Herbert Grá¶nemeyer
The Wave
goodbye, my life will soon en
i know they'll all blame you as for all the flowers i sent
you bastard, you let them die too!
when i'm dead how sorry you'll be
all that grief upon your plate then you'll have to make time for me
but, ha, ha!, by then you'll be too late
i see the headlines on the front page
'singer kills himself for love' think of all the hurt and outrage it would cause in my fan club
loading rocks into their purses
they will lay in wait for you cover you in spit and curses
it's your worst fears all coming true
newspapers will pull apart the poor excuses you gave a million fans with broken hearts
their tears will rain down on my grave
your life will be hell from now on,
Letras de cancioneslike a wave they'll all be coming at ya in an angry human sea a quick one upon your hotel room floor is all i'm wanting you for cost you too much to reject me
my girl gang can get quite mad so make love to me my dear to turn me down would be real bad
one phone call ... i can bring those harpies here
and i bet my golden balls
that all my fans pull and tear and with ugly midnight phone calls
turn your sweet dreams into nightmares
with jealous mouths like snarling roses you will see them close in and singing songs that i've composed
they'll slowly rip you limb from limb
your life will be hell from now on...
From Letras Mania