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 view
We taste so sweet


Suppose that i′m an angel
Suppose that you′re a beast
Suppose that i say straight out my bottom 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 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