Ass bombs E minor

Raunend stagger
This is art
Wispernd falter
This is junk

I hear movement
Really crazy kind
No plaster will help here
That would be treason

Thunderstorm again
I'm excited
Come on, dear lightning
there are lazy ones in the sand

I don't want to moan
I'm fine
But on Sundays I'm gripped by
senseless rage.

[chorus]
This fumbling with syllables
Ass bombs E minor
The pram laughs
Pampers are full