SHARP KNIFE
music ©by mafish, text ©by ralf moß

My soul in a blind alley
Life in a dead end
Sorrows, decomposed by blotting-paper
Monday morning, dorky day

November air, depressiv
Cold uncomfortable weather
Sittin’ in a warm café
Milk with a dash, nice waitress

She makes the sun rise and the autumn leaves green
With the loveliest smile that I have ever seen
Thank you, thank you for your smile - thank you
Thank you, thank you for your smile

Back home in my cold flat
I turn the record player on
And the music of Mr. B.B.K.
Give wings to my sorrows

So I let them fly away
Turn my thoughts to her
On that cold dorky day
Her smile is my hope

and her nipple’s impression on her shirt is something...

Next day of my lonely life
Oh how I dreamed from her
I take a day free from my job
To go in that cafe

Wait to order milk with a dash
Wait for a mash
But the waiter makes me faze
Is this one of these days?

He makes the sun rise and the autumn leaves green
With the loveliest smile that I have ever seen
Thank you, thank you for your smile - thank you
Thank you, thank you for your smile

He has a wonderful ass
And smiles like the sun
I have a hammer in my pants
And be silent like a funk

Back home in my cold flat
I blow up my doll
I give her what I need
And whisper in her ear

You make the sun go down
You taste like rubber

You smell like my sweat
And you look like an ass

Your conversation is horrible
Your tits crackle too much

Your hips are too slack
But my knife is sharp



Aachener Rocknacht 2005