[Verse 1]
Mannheim: rainy Saturday with no money nor friend...
Only Tequila can end the boredom
Try to reach London for a pocket of hope;
We're children and we grope in the dark
Hugh spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese...
I feel just like a refugee...
Rathaus-keepers and traffic police
Middle-aged maids with rotting teeth
Industrial magazines and old Sunday Times:
Reading material/bleeding lines
What are we doing here?

[Verse 2]
Memorial menace, eager for revenge
Has begun to bend our minds (Our minds, our minds)
Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid;
Now, feeling placid is death
I try to hold my breath as the P.A. comes down...
Here we all are in Ktown!
The Big Wheel never fails to grind around...
It drags me up/it drugs me down
Seven senses wonder: 'Can this be real (Real)
Or am I become a performing seal?'
Why are we dying here?
[Bridge]
I walk the streets alone, try to find a sign of love
I've crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs
I have bit the fruit
But all I live for is to play
And I'm tired of the nights and the days

[Verse 3]
Of airports, taxis and motorway showers
Groping for a key in the afterhours
David takes to travelling in the van
He knows that we all can understand:
We're at the mercy of the Kosmos tour
Making a pilgrimage to the German Lourdes...
But we're still crippled here

[Interlude]
Cathedrals spiral skywards; I think I'm getting vertigo
I think I don't know what is real

[Verse 4]
One more sudden spotlight; one more madness is over;
I must not show a sign of fear
Words echo round my ears, I think I'm going to laugh...
Think I'll just go and take a bath, I guess I'll wash my clothes
And don't you know I'll grow to go and make my name
Maybe be a servant in the Famegame;
Stake my sane and rest my life on the line...
Now lay me asunder and rend my mind;
At the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost