paroles de chanson Margarine - Subterfuge

There is a house in East Berlin
It feels and smells like margarine
There lives this boy of seventeen
His favourite toy a drum machine

There is this girl named Desiree
Her diet nose and asthma spray
She sells her books
Records
TV
And asks why don't you sleep with me

All these people
All these sounds
All this common ground we found

There is this group so wild at heart
In south Franconia's wealthiest part
They feed you weed and valium pills
Put you to sleep hand you the bill

All these people
All these sounds
All these little turnarounds
And there was something going on
In a world that's of it's own

So close your eyes and count to three
And you can see what we did see
All these people all these sounds
All this common ground we found