Sirens – A Balladeer – letras

Damn, this is bad – this is so badI get out of the crash thinking no one survivedBig eyes from the backseatTo my surprise I see all three aliveYou’re losing blood in the grass thereOn the side of the road in your summer stripe dressThe boy runs off to see youI pick him up, but he must’ve seen some of your legsI swear dear, you’ll be alrightNow don’t you go out on me hereI swear I hear sirens come closeThat means help is nearThe autobahn is reflectingRotting fruit in at least 30 something degreesNothing but chaosAll these questions, ignoranceFUCK THE POLICE!I swear dear, you’ll be alrightNow don’t you go out on me hereI swear I hear sirens come closeThat means help is nearNow you listen to meI will bring you back homeWill you listen to meI will bring you back homeHomeBack from the car-dumpI sit down with the boy on the edge of the bedIn a hotel room near MunichRemembering what I said