now, let's talk about the time   i had this morticiachair   in my apartment   right there in front of the living room   as an open invitation to strangers.   (a cold machine might show)   smiling like a face   waiting for a telephone call   of a beloved feline   she is in a state and it's california   she's been there for quite a while      i've got no presents (x2)      drop the phone take the plane and come back home again (x5)   she knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x2)      by the time of my second car crash i got totally wired   like in the days i cut myself up with a razor-blade   oh nostalgia   lost myself in so many ways   i didn't know what to think of him   ah, maybe i think to much, i don't think so   fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears   it's only a variation   had long and boring conversations about nothing   talked so much i bored myself to death   and the more i talk, the more i turn into a vegetable      god i'm such a fool      she knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4)   i'll behave won't you shame me |   i'm into deep, won't you shame me |(x2)      taste of orange   orange   little christ   i'm in her bath-tub, consulted   consulted (x3)      she knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4)   i'll behave won't you shame me |   i'm into deep, won't you shame me |(x4)      information !   information !   i'm bored !   bored !   information !