Songtext von Throwing Up The Breakfast

Throwing up the breakfast Feeling deadly sick Million dwarves inside my head Hammering nails so deep Her voice is like a big plane Ready to take off I would sew yer mouth shut If I had a chance to And it feels like And it feels like And it feels like I'm not well Though I'm quite sure Yes I'm quite sure That I'm doing it again my dear Please don't keep me hanging No don't shake me now I'd prefer to lie around And dond behave at all Walking by the bright side Good old vitamine First refuse but can't resist And up we go again And it feels like And it feels like And it feels like I'm not well Though I'm quite sure Yes I'm quite sure That I'm doing it again my dear