Sister City Going to Pinneberg lyrics

A mock trial
Throw fairness to the dogs
Turn it over to the angry men in mobs
A soft smile
Like everything would be okay
If you'd just wait it out a while

There are holes in my teeth
I haven't shaved in weeks
It's been at least that long since I got a good night's sleep
The sounds I make
Are not my own
They are affected tones
In a temporary home
See the woman smile
While the man lets out a moan

What does she know that I don't?
What does he know that I don't?

Bound and gagged and all tied up
Or freely flying with the doves
I faintly hear the marching drums
And can't help but tap my feet

The things I think

Are drastically opposed
To a picket fence life, working till i'm old
It leaves me sour
So I'm ringing in the new year
By counting out the hours
Watch them celebrate
Cleanse themselves in a champagne shower

What do they know that I don't?
Is there anything I know that they don't?

Bound and gagged and all tied up
Or freely flying with the doves
I can just make out their plastic cups
Their sacrament; their savior's blood

There has to be a joyeux de vivre
They put the joy of cooking in a book
But the bible doesn't speak to me
So I read

So one day I'll know what I don't