Does it matter anymore
I don't have the strength to fight
It is beyond my control
You left me on my own
And of course I became scared
My last glimmer of hope
Was to appear to be seen
And I forget to breathe
Because sex, music, and violence
Were the most beautiful things that happened to me
Since my soul was sold
To be seen without seeming to
Looks easy from a distance
But I live on impulse now
Via remote control
But I said always no
But no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one hears
But no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one hears
But no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one hears
But no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one hears
And the guest tonight is Jesus
He has kicked heroin
He sips from his glass
And the mineral water becomes wine
He talks about his guns
His time in San Tropez
Of giving yourself a chance
Of his new Z3
In a world of idiots
He stands first in line
He talks in front of the camera
Of how he changed sex
Or something completely different
Which is also private
Of all those he loved
And those he only sucked off
But he said always no
But no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one hears
But no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one hears
But no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one hears
But no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one hears