With both eyes closed I blew out his windows
A cheap shot I know but someone had to do it
It isn't like he deserves it, that's easy for you to say
He's not your kind, he's not your type
Just look into his eyes
On my side of town we let the lights go down
Get out your knives and go for a long drive
I'm nothing special, a yard sale collectable for your table
Eventually you too'll gather dust like the rest of us
You left out to rust
So tell me tonight can we be magnetic?
The lightning will strike and some of us will get in
Now that I'm social I'm at your disposal, a chair at the table
Eventually you too'll gather dust like the rest of us
Left out to rust

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN