Songtexte April 41st - Walter Etc.

I was born on April 31st
Hydroplaning down the coast in the back of a hearse
The birds didn't sing, they were feeling insecure
So they never got to know me, jealous of my crow's feet

I grew up a karma-spoiled kid
The universe rewarded for what I never did
Then again, suffice to say, always hiding in a way
Taking bean and cheese burrito at Fazbur
So far, so good
So far, so good

You and I, we're ahead of our time
We've got no need to explain
I'm tied to infinity's landmine
Lethal charge in our stains
And we're bound for et cetera
Tied to the back ends of our names
Algal cymic soda

Will I have a nice day?
Will I ever know?
My adverse day makes for an awkward horoscope
That controls me, lulls me, floats then ignores me all night
Straight through the morning 'til I'm a stealth storm
I'm a stealth storm