Ready for the cinema

Ready for the weekend

Ready for the little things that makes me laughing.

David Bowie synger i ørene mine.

Feels good.

What are we coming to

No room for me, no fun for you

I think about a world to come

Where the books were found by the golden ones

Written in pain, written in awe

By a puzzled man who questioned

What we were here for

All the strangers came today

And it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh you pretty things

Don't you know you're driving your

Mamas and papas insane