The telephone is buzzing its too late to weep, Again I find myself on Loser Street, Television static is snowing down, This song singing man is going down I left my band and the world is new, It´s left me with a new idea to chew, I´m looking at myself from a different angle Or what´s left of me from being so spangled And I don´t know if I´m trying to hard…. Murmurs in the next door room where I Hear my life dissected by the cruelest knife, It´s amazing how opinions are easy to give, The answers you get are harder to live Out in the streets I´m strolling this city Where the darkness breeds a new type of pretty, I´m dancing to the sound of a broken violin Trying to find a place to make new sins And I don´t know if I´m trying to hard…. I find myself high in Catholic Churches Speaking to the priest about Pagan worship, We relate he´s a spiritual man, I´m bad at doctrine but he understands Onwards right now to a Dada Gallery, Communing with a freak on Kastanien Alle, I forgot more than you will ever know But you got good shoes and I like your show And I don´t know if I´m trying to hard…. A Republican rants in the wrong type of bar, How the leading Democrat has lost his stars For all polls we go back and forth, Till the fat lady sings or a third world war, Yes I´m worried about the rise of the right, History repeating in front of our eyes, But you gotta take time and look at it - Ask yourself aloud “will you stand for it” And I don´t know if I´m trying to hard…. The aliens are here and they´re here to breed But still I´m right here on Loser Street The voices your hear in your recess mind Well they make you grow in crooked lines And I don´t know if I´m trying to hard….