Matches Songtext
von Carla Lippis

I got matches
In my pocket
Small red matches
In my pocket
Ready to throw
Ready to throw
I got 20 matches
In my pocket

And I′m ready
To make it burn
Cos I got matches
In my pocket

I got a wayward mind
That needs its turn
I got a wayward mind

I got a wayward mind
That likes to think about
Cranking the handle


I got a wayward mind
That needs its turn
To watch it all burn
I got a wayward mind

That needs its turn
That needs its turn

Is it bad that I take joy in your pain?
Is it bad that I wouldn't take it all away?
Is it bad that I killed all my good?
I would feel it too
Just so that I knew you would
Its your body I wanted to take

Could this be the greatest thing I′ve ever done?

And now I'm destined to be forever known
I'm the best man that ever sat down on this throne
I will die, for the first time satisfied
I will have my own page on that goddam wiki site

Could this be the greatest thing I′ve ever done?
Oh my God, I′m so good
Oh my God, I'm so good


I got matches
In my pocket
Small red matches
In my pocket
Ready to throw
Ready to throw
I got 20 matches
In my pocket