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Reconstrucdead

 

Reconstrucdead

(album: Helpyourselfish - 1995)


When the fever burns your brain
When your heart has got a name
And you long for generous days
You want a spring in your walk and a smile on your face
Another day inside the pearl
You could have screamed; leaving this world
You laugh'n'joke without a care
And bear a depression you can see from the air

Ride the tail of rhyme
Break the legs of time
Snap it's spine
As a statue wearing complicated clothes
A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes
At my feet there's a plate I haven't read
Apart from that then I'll be reconstrucdead

A tambourine rings in my blood
The circus' rolling'n'the cage is locked
So where's the light a match that flares
The pot at the end of the rainbow's where
Pick your nose as you pick your friends
Or spend a life in fear of the end
To tell a nodding shrink won't help
So I say to myself: hey, get a hold on yourself

Ride the tail of rhyme
Break the legs of time
Snap it's spine
As a statue wearing complicated clothes
A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes
At my feet there's a plate I haven't read
Apart from that then I'll be reconstrucdead, reconstrucdead

My eyes are blind my mind is numb
But my ears begin to hear to hear the growing hum
Like a statue, jealous of the rush hour
I'm reconstrucdead like a monument, a monument to power
As a statue wearing complicated clothes
Standing high up as a tower now, but still the cracks will, yeah
The cracks will show
A lifetime of frustration the things that I can't get
Apart from that then I'll be reconstrucdead
Reconstrucdead
Reconstrucdead
Reconstrucdead

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