Does not hurt what you say
Are only letters
Methods peel balloons
Does not hurt that look
Are only eyes
Between ears that are smoking
Hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-mh-hm
We are a comic, man is weird
Colorful characters fly through the air in the country house. Milk and honey
What a comic, is not that funny
Balancing on a fine line, between ouch and ironic
A bucket of broken pieces under my chest (ba-da)
I'm smiling because I think I have to (ba-da-ba)
A thousand stars fly around my head (ba-dap)
And so it goes on, just leaves, just leaves
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na-na
Does not hurt what you think
Are only pictures
Only without these nice filters
Does not hurt what you do
Cast a piano on me
And even then I sing a song for you
We are a comic, man is weird
Colorful characters fly through the air in the country house. Milk and honey
What a comic, is not that funny
Balancing on a fine line, between ouch and ironic
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na-na
You spit around with fire
As if you had nothing to lose
And every sentence out of your mouth
Sounds like broken dishes
Say, are you just for profit?
Then I want to surrender
Here please, just go and take
My heart as a war souvenir
We are a comic, man is weird
Colorful characters fly through the air in the country house. Milk and honey
What a comic, is not that funny
Balancing on a fine line, between ouch and ironic
Hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-mh-hm
Hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-mh-hm (ai-ai-ai)
Hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-mh-hm
Ey-ey, ey-ey, ey-eyy
Eyy, eyy
Ey-ey, ey-ey, ey-eyy
eyy