Songtexte Budapest - Poni Hoax , Olga Kouklaki
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                walking 
                                                dog 
                                                shifting 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                flow,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Easy 
                                                slider 
                                                wants 
                                                to 
                                                blow 
                                                in 
                                                Budapest.
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                endless 
                                                feeling 
                                                follows 
                                                ghostly,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                vicious 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                plague 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                where 
                                                we 
                                                are 
                                                now?
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                Budapest.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                chest 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                breath 
                                                creeping 
                                                through 
                                                    a 
                                                darkness,
 
                                    
                                
                                                An 
                                                iced 
                                                game 
                                                of 
                                                chess 
                                                melting 
                                                in 
                                                Budapest.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Building 
                                                    a 
                                                gambling 
                                                house 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                head,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Near 
                                                the 
                                                castle 
                                                    a 
                                                cold 
                                                hunter 
                                                lays,
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                Budapest.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                watch 
                                                out, 
                                                it's 
                                                coming 
                                                on.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tokaj 
                                                running 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                veins,
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                was 
                                                soaking 
                                                is 
                                                now 
                                                croaking 
                                                in 
                                                Budapest.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sniper 
                                                holes 
                                                across 
                                                partitions 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                soul,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Street-cars 
                                                tearing 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                skies 
                                                of 
                                                Budapest.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Travestied 
                                                gods, 
                                                transyvanian 
                                                guns,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                do 
                                                hear 
                                                ans 
                                                see 
                                                surely 
                                                    I 
                                                should 
                                                run 
                                                far 
                                                from 
                                                Budapest.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cave-accordeons 
                                                they 
                                                taste 
                                                my 
                                                flesh,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                in 
                                                fast 
                                                motion, 
                                                men 
                                                are 
                                                mean, 
                                                mean, 
                                                mean, 
                                                mean 
                                                and 
                                                mesh.
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                Budapest.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                may 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                fex 
                                                contacts 
                                                but 
                                                no 
                                                peace 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                find,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                burning 
                                                synagogues 
                                                are 
                                                lightning 
                                                up 
                                                all,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                Budapest!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Paranoid 
                                                express 
                                                through 
                                                excess 
                                                and 
                                                excess,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                guest 
                                                who 
                                                doesn't 
                                                need 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                blessed,
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                Budapest.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                watch 
                                                out, 
                                                it's 
                                                coming 
                                                on.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Paranoid 
                                                express 
                                                take 
                                                    a 
                                                deep 
                                                breath,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                wanna 
                                                be 
                                                blessed,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                wanna 
                                                be 
                                                blessed.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Suicide 
                                                lusts 
                                                and 
                                                none 
                                                is 
                                                really 
                                                to 
                                                trust,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                the 
                                                hider, 
                                                the 
                                                midnight 
                                                rider.
 
                                    
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