Dressed up like rabbits and pirates tonight It's all good it's all fake Oh Come on and join the parade You look so goddamn good On the sea-saw all alone And I look good in her wardrobe When her boyfriend's comming home And somehow you fit into Cinderella's little shoe And I say - and you - and we - and all say: We will see you at the masquerade we will meet you at the masquerade Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey At the masquerade And once we see these rabbits, cinderellas and pirates Unmasked in the raw dressed up like salesmen in the crowd It's all like secret memories of dream which only you know about But we saw you at the masquerade We just met you at the masquerade Hey hey hey Hey hey hey At the masquerade Hey hey hey Hey hey hey At the masquerade

She wrapped her beauty in tattoos As if her body has nothing to lose And her suicide blonde hair pinned up with chinese chop sticks That's the trailer park princess I saw hirelings on horseback And their kings on foot I saw blind men leading them Out of fairytale woods All the way to Her aluminum palace on wheels Between car wrecks and fields Bringing hidden intentions Amongst diamonds and pearls (bling bling) They all wanted to be a part Of her white trash world Without a clue that she was sick of her castle She was sick of the trailer She was sick of it all, sick of it all (so - sick of it all) So I spat on the dusty ground Lifted my Fed-Ex Hat Looked for a box of matches in my pockets And I said: Light A Match And set all these trailers alight Strike A Match Set this white trash alight And burn it tonight Spill gasoline on track suits, Beer in cans and fast food Feed it to the flames tonight I'll get you out of there Oh how flamable this trash is We're dancing on the ashes Whirling in circles We are - dancing on the ashes (Dancing on ashes/How flamable this trash is) Chased by dragons and Sheriffs The Princess and I ran away Escaped to kingdom Suburbia And we decided to stay So we had us a nice Detatched house down there With a porch, a dog, A front lawn and a rocking chair But after fourteen perfect days At this pretty perfect place She felt caged in and flipped out (Fuck you and your fucking suburbs!) She did rage and she did get loud And she spat on the tidy porch Took off her royal circlet Looked for a matchhbook in her pockets And said: I Will light A match And I set this house alight I Will strike A match I'll feed it to the flames tonight I Just light A match 'Cause I don't belong in here I Just strike A match I don't belong in here, good bye my dear Spill gasoline on wooden walls, Curtains, rugs and books and all A burning house and my life insurance Pays out well for you 'Cause you knew I was inside there Without batting your lashes Whirling in circles You are Dancing on the ashes So now I'm resting six feet deep In a coffin all alone With a quote from Modest Mouse On my fucking tombstone Oh dear Trailer Park Princess You're the Beauty, you're the Beast I hope you think of me at least While you're brushing your teeth! While you're brushing your teeth Oh please think of me at least While you're brushing your teeth.

Eins, zwei, drei... I counted the coins, I counted the coins I counted the coins, here we go: I counted the coins in my pockets And I got on the Greyhound bus Framed by the rear window My hometown vanished in the stirred up dust "Put my life straight somewhere else" I thought 'Cause I fucked up in the past And I kept saying to myself: "This year will be better than the last." I dabbled on starting all over again In a small town close to the sea I'll howl at the moon, inhale some starlight Making friends with this and that tree So I settled in, the weeks went by But nothing changed and I didn't know why Well, I realised beyond all doubt That my plan simply didn't work out I was soon in debt, soon broke some laws and a nosebone too - being full of flaws So I started writing my parents Some kind of a clumsy excuse: "Dear Mom and Dad you wanted me to be a better person Hey Mom and Dad I promised you to be a better person Dear Mom and Dad you wanted me to be a better person Yeah Mom and Dad you wanted..." - and I wrote: "Dear Mom and Dad, I'm sorry but I messed it up again Met the devil on the street and said 'what's up my friend' (hello) Just count to ten - shit will hit the fan Viciousness keeps disrupting any plan of mine Too bad - stop crying - Don't get too mad, except the fact That it's problems I attract, trouble I collect And everything I do got a negative effect And I'll never lead a modest live, never do that nine-to-five But you know this is me - I can't change though I strive So I close this letter with a deep deep sigh (*sigh*) I love the both of you, take care, good bye." Well, the letter never made it to the mail What the fuck did I expect, I'm doomed to fail My soul's for sale, I'm out on bail These tats? (*whistle*) I got 'em in jail But I don't wanna be the bad guy But in everyone's side I'm a thorn (Why?) Yeah, tell me why?! I'm in everyone's bad books, getting mad looks and it hurts And the only explanation I have is my shirt! (You are wicked! - You are wicked!) Because: my shirt is woven of black sheep's wool My shirt is woven of black sheep's wool My shirt is woven of black sheep's wool My shirt is woven of black sheep's wool My shirt is woven of black sheep's wool My shirt is woven of black sheep's wool My shirt is woven of black sheep's wool My shirt is woven of black sheep's wool So I just accept my curse Sure it's not the worst I did accept my curse: King Midas in reverse The life stories told at the AA's Are sure the best I've ever heard Hell, Isaac was so goddamn right: There's so much beauty in dirt So I did accept my curse Sure it's not the worst I did accept my curse And I know it could be worse You could always count on me as a friend If you need a woodworm in your crutch I'll hold your hair when you throw up But I won't keep you from drinking too much Trouble is Is my friend Mischief is Is my friend Wickedness Is my friend Trouble is Well, it's my friend My friend Trouble is my friend Trouble is my friend My friend

You left the stage and You're walking home alone Good bye, don't cry Devide the We in you and I Well, you know how it goes: Break up, shake up, Wake up, make up your mind Looking back is going to leave you blind And I know you will find your way If you let go Don't wait, you're great - Don't put it at stake It just didn't work out You'll see you'll be happy without me Just accept that You are someone else And I wish I could draw you Just the way that I saw you And keep your portrait in my mind Give me a brush, give me white Canvas Give me colours in all nuances And I'll start drawing what we've lost By drawing the line we shouldn't have crossed Give me a brush, give me white Canvas Give me colours and give me answers To left over whys And to questions we evaded with lies 'Cause all the things we never said Always been the wings we never had But I wish I could draw you Just the way that I saw you Give me a brush, give me white Canvas Give me colours and give me answers Give me a brush, give me white Canvas Give me colours in all nuances But I wish I could draw you Just the way that I saw you Oh if I could just draw you Just the way that I saw you And I wish I could draw you Just the way that I saw you And keep your portait in my mind Give me a brush, give me white Canvas Give me colours in all nuances And I'll start drawing what we've lost By drawing the line we shouldn't have crossed

I left A note on the fridge And a farewell kiss on your cheek I made my way out of your life While you were still asleep I know this ain't right I know this ain't right I know this ain't right I know I left the city Sadly smiling all along Drove past the old house Where the old man played his songs Around and round we danced there so long ago But I am just trying to leave it all behind To leave it all behind I know this ain't right I know this ain't right And I said "no" (to myself) "I won't come back home" And I said "no" (to myself) "I won't come back home" And I said "no" (I said no) "I won't come back home I won't come back home I won't come back (I won't come back) I won't come back home" (I said "no") And I said "no I won't come back home" And I said "no I won't come back home" And I said "no I won't come back home I won't come back home I won't come back I won't come back home"

(I didn't realize I escaped death since two or three months after that crash. But then, just out of the blue, it occurred to me like I'm supposed to make use of that gift, that experience, and how to live a more conscious life. Live it better than I did before. Realizing that just kinda paralyzed me: everything I wanna do since overshadowed by that question: What's worth doing - and what is not? Am I even capable of living a more meaningful life at all? I don't know.) We will start over again You saved us You tricked our destined end Now it's up to us to take that Given chance, that live and make it Something plain or something sacred you saved our lives you changed us you saved us you made us Start all over again Start all over again Start all over again You saved us