The circus is full of smoke
After all this years
Some were good, some were bad
Didn't know what I was about to start when I started
Though I wrote it all down
God, I was so naive!
When you're on the show, you've got to shoot not to sing
Wasn't it worth anyway12 years, 6 were good, 6 were bad20.000 songs in my head and a toast to all the pimps in the world
Here's to you
Hey, hey, here's to you, till the last bullet's fired
Welcome, sweet needles of success
Here's to you, you got to shoot, not to sing
Welcome, customers, whores, I still got my gun
I still got my gun
Look, I point at you
There's a shadow on the target, I guess you call it future
And the fingertip-orchestras sounded like spirit rapping on the radio
The day I sold my music for less than a soul
To a full-playback-pop-music-teenage-hero
Here's to you, sweet needles of success
Welcome, customers, whores, I still got my gun
Here's to you, you got to shoot not to sing
I still got some shots inside
Welcome, sweet needles of succes
Take me home, take me home
Oh, sweet needles of success
Here I go
Into the dry-ice fog
Gold/1990
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