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This is Mister Blank calling, gorgeous

from the slum which time ignores

where folks use razor blades for toothpaste

and every breath is a holy war

Were you sleeping? Do you hate me?

I`ve been dozing in the midnight sun

and I`ve solved all of my problems

Making the many into one



The Good Times are all over

I don`t care, it seems I missed them

but I miss your smile, your laugh, your snore,

your fond contempt, your faithful rage



You`re a rose

You`re a rose in a crown of thorns



You don`t mind the queues, the burning trains

The squalid, mute despair

You don`t mind deceiving lovers

You ignore the stinking air

Well, now accept you`re just a person

Not the touchstone, not the face

of the ages past, their grandeur

and the death-wish of the Master Race



The dawn sky is getting bleaker

Our demise could not be neater

and your face hangs down before me now

like a rootless flame; in awe I stare



You`re a rose

on fire

You`re a rose in a crown of thorns

Well, I think you`d better hang up on the jerk

It`s been too long, too long, too long

From now on there`s only gonna be one way

One way traffic now

The door is open, the door is open wide cos I said so...

This is Mister Blank calling, gorgeous

from the slum which time ignores

where folks use razor blades for toothpaste

and every breath is a holy war

Were you sleeping? Do you hate me?

I`ve been dozing in the midnight sun

and I`ve solved all of my problems

Making the many into one



The Good Times are all over

I don`t care, it seems I missed them

but I miss your smile, your laugh, your snore,

your fond contempt, your faithful rage



You`re a rose

You`re a rose in a crown of thorns



You don`t mind the queues, the burning trains

The squalid, mute despair

You don`t mind deceiving lovers

You ignore the stinking air

Well, now accept you`re just a person

Not the touchstone, not the face

of the ages past, their grandeur

and the death-wish of the Master Race



The dawn sky is getting bleaker

Our demise could not be neater

and your face hangs down before me now

like a rootless flame; in awe I stare



You`re a rose

on fire

You`re a rose in a crown of thorns

Well, I think you`d better hang up on the jerk

It`s been too long, too long, too long

From now on there`s only gonna be one way

One way traffic now

The door is open, the door is open wide cos I said so...

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