Goodbye, Max! Paroles

and we're holding hands-

it's still protected by the law.

Thank our lucky stars

there weren't any kooks

with placards in hand.



Girlfriend, come near,

we're having a bad year.

The saddest thing:

I thought this would bring
Do we deny it to the end,

to ourselves and to our friends?

Do we file it away:

dead babies, mortal sins?

Or could it get us off

'cause we act like little gods?



Girlfriend, come near,

I'm having a bad year.

The saddest thing:

I thought this would bring

us closer.



Killers on the loose

and we're holding hands-

it's still protected by the law.

Thank our lucky stars

there weren't any kooks

with placards in hand

of fetuses in tubes

our baby red and blue,

black and blue.