I don't want to stop now

The truth is that I see you now

Amerika ist wunderbar

Little things I should have said and done

If I just could hold it down

You're a lightweight, honey

Nous tomberons ensemble.

I used to crash parties and Maseratis

Do you understand me?

All I ever fuckin' think about is you

What time is love?

Kua tae mai nga mate!

Maybe you can call it your adjective

A bad cover version of love is not the real thing

Don't think of the danger

You don't know which way to go?

I will eat your soul.

I'll be good, I wish I could

Warm enough for ya

I heard you were dead!

Da da da da da da, da da da ah ah! Ah-ah! Ah-ah!

Let's be perfectly clear boys and girls

This is the ninth anniversary of the Tearoom of Despair. Unfortunately, despite my very best efforts, cunts are still running the world.

Shouting

Please, take it off

I hold no regard for no fucking myths

Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel

Nobody needs fortunes told anymore

It's a pity to appear this way