Текст песни Pestalozzi - Einstürzende Neubauten

I'm sitting in my chair
Feeling very Pestalozzi
Feeling very A.S. Neill

I won't slave to the recipe
Or the picture on the box
I'm not a great authority
Just give me a salad spinner
And a click-track to my ear

Non-stick coated lopping shears
A hand-forged kitchen knife
Powerful binoculars, a nuclear-strength perfume
A left-hand corkscrew
A set of two door wedges, both as good as new

Give me a bag of short-grain rice
Patchouli bagno schiuma
Fragrance, salt and spice
A four-digit combination lock
From a long-gone library
An outdoor garden keybox-rock
Baking-soda, the all-purpose remedy

I'm sitting in my chair
Feeling very Pestalozzi
Feeling very A.S. Neill

Just give me the missing ingredients
An easy Nebulizer
A Super Ninja fruit fly trap
A pack of bamboo skewers
Anything that isn't crap

A sack of dead sea salt
A pair of quail egg scissors
And a cellar full of noise

I washed them all together
I just want it, want it
Want it all