Buildings are wide on this side of town You've got the number one room on the floor The few on the hallway, they're talking about business "She'll might be too late for the show" Curtains are blowing like in avant-garde movies It takes a lot to show up on time How should I act with a stab on my back? Just to make sure you'll come through the door The stars on the evening The last ones to be seen here In this room on a bed lies a horse with no head It travellеd far, but never to be found Thе star of the evening The last one to believe it And how should I act with a stab in my back Just to make sure you'll come through the door Dreaming of an airplane crash Me on the top, with heavy weights on my back I'll go down fast, secretly disappear Somebody told me to get the hell out of here And the sky that I'm looking at Is boring me to death I'm drifting through the atmosphere Nobody told me it was shivering out here When will I know why I am told? I shouldn't do this and I shouldn't do that The tricky old clue is glued to the few Who know what they don't know and what they do