Lyrics

Well, I'm not socially redundant I'll raise a glass to anything But get me started on the hard stuff And I will let the Trojans in I am the toil of Solzenhitsyn I am the beast that beauty mocks I am the soul of Kasper Hauser I am Pandora in the box Well, I'm not allowed to say But I'll say it anyway This life is a slow death Well, I'm not allowed to say But I'll say it anyway This life is a slow death I carry letters from the frontline Quilled in blood and sealed in wax And I have orders from the generals Who chink their glasses at the back So do not ask me for my politics Or I will pull you like a plug My tongue's a razor in the bath soap I do not march to any drum Well, I'm not allowed to say But I'll say it anyway This life is a slow death Well, I'm not allowed to say But I'll say it anyway This life is a slow death Well, I'm not allowed to say But I'll say it anyway Well, my song it is not dulcet And this guitar, I cannot play But I have friends in lower places And they will clap just when I say I've left my skeleton to science For I am spineless and naive I leave my heart pressed like a flower For it did nothing but deceive