Does it still matter
I'm too tired to fight
It's beyond my control
You left me alone
And of course I was afraid
My last spark of hope
Was to show, to be seen
And I forget to breathe
Because sex, music and violence
Was the most beautiful thing that happened to me
Since I sold my soul
To be seen without doing
Looks easy at distance
But I live on impulse now
Through a remote control
But I always said no
But nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody can hear...
But nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody can hear...
But nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody can hear...
But nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody can hear...
And the guest tonight is Jesus
He's been doing heroin
He sips on his glass
And mineral water turns to wine
He speaks of his guns
His time in San Tropex
Of giving yourself a chance
Of his new Z3
In a world of idiots
He's standing first in line
He's talking in front of the camera
About his sex-change
Or about something comlpetely different
Which is also private
About everyone he's loved
And those he only gave head
But he always said no
But nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody can hear...
But nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody can hear...
But nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody can hear...
But nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody can hear...