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• Artiste: Alice Rock
• Titre: Final Solution
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Well, the years flew by like a lullaby Living in ecstasy We were drinking hallucinogenic tea My love was a flower My life flew by like a ladybird shower He said he'd be a rockstar He promised me poetry But life kicked in He couldn't stand the monotony So he escaped to a place where life wasn't so hard He could masquerade and live a facade But the rockstar's dead And the poet's gone to prison He can't get out of Cyberland She won't give him permission He gets out his pesticide She grabs her cyanide Oh baby, he said to me What am I to do? I said don't you dare Come running to me, yeah I'm not your final solution Or some concrete constitution I've not been waiting for some fallen angel She's a female resurrection of Joseph Goebbels And her propaganda's not washing with me Well life in your box, I bet it started off easy You didn't have to face all the horrid bits of reality 'Cause I was still there To bring you tea And you pretended to care But the bubble has burst She's dependent on your masquerade Her claws dug deep With promises of a mercy killing But this suicide butterfly She's never gonna die 'Cause he won't use his pesticide And she'll never say goodbye But the rockstar's dead And the poet's gone to prison He can't get out of Cyberland She won't give him permission He gets out his pesticide She grabs her cyanide Oh baby, he said to me What am I to do? I said don't you dare Come running to me, yeah I'm not your final solution Or some concrete constitution I've not been waiting for some fallen angel She's a female resurrection of Joseph Goebbels And her propaganda's not washing with me He reaches for his pesticide But she just grabs her cyanide Oh, he grabs his pesticide But it's not working It won't work So baby, he said to me What am I to do? I said don't you dare Come running to me, yeah I'm not your final solution Or some concrete constitution I've not been waiting She's a female resurrection of Joseph Goebbels And her propaganda's not washing with me Oh, why don't you grab your pesticide And pour some cyanide? And baby Why don't you toast the morning sun?