By the window where i sit...

By the window where I sit


There is a big tall tree

There is white and there is gray and only brown are the leaves

There are some flowers on that tree

And they are green as they should be



The sky is gray and the River still

There is no rain or sun throwing down his spears

The wind is cold but it is only a breeze

The birds are gone…both crows and swallows

You cannot see

On the ground rustling yellow leaves

Rise the silence of the dead Spring

Can I have a gun...

Can I have a gun, to fire at will?

Can god forgive me, for my little sins?

Can I meet you alone, with a knife in my hands?

Isn’t pass your bedtime...I want to kill do you mind?



Is just so much fun

Stand in front a loaded gun

I have no reason to lay down my arms

But I seriously don’t want to raise them high

Lets see some ammunition fly



And if it gets too bored

Lets go out to destiny fucked up road

Refresh the hanging with vodka

And laugh out loud as our dreams fall in the gallows

Always fucking smiling

We’ll arm our own hopes with suicide bombs

And lay down with soda & popcorns

To enjoy the explosions of what dreams are made



We will dance in a minefield

With a bulletproof dress

We’ll run through this life's fire haze

With a cold martini in our hands

And a cyanide kiss to all our ex-friends



Using some wine to entertain

We’ll scream be not afraid

To water this turncoat mausoleum

Always the best champagne



And ‘cause we all lose our heads once in a while

Everyone send a letter

6 feet underneath

To my dearest enemies

Does Lady Guillotine forgive every single sin?



Honey, bring the dynamite candles

‘cause every life needs some romance

Just ask Bonnie & Clyde

As we head to the bank