Direct Approach Songtext
von Fretblanket

Why are we standing on the corner?
What are we achieving?
We′re covered in candy
My eardrums are bleeding

We taste so sweet
I'm out of my head
We taste so sweet
I′m out of my head

Let me get the message
Give me a clue
Surely I don't understand
Just what's the point of you?

We taste so sweet

Suppose that I′m an angel
Suppose that you′re a beast
Suppose that I say
"Straight up, I'm falling at your feet"


We taste so sweet
I′m out of my head
We taste so sweet
I'm out of my head

Why is it, do you suppose
That you′d cut off your face to spite your nose
When I keep telling you it shows?

We taste so sweet
Taste so sweet

But it's over now, here are your tools
Go finish the job, it′s over to you
To stop me from starting
Is fucking up the system really worth it?
'Cause it means nothing to me
Nothing to me, nothing to me
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all