Everyone is so kind, as they waste my time
I will trade my mind for another
Rip my ticket to get over you
I feel sicker every time I try to prove
Grab my pocket while I stagger ahead
Can't you see that I need this ticket
Everyone I know is a drag
What's wrong with that boy again?
What's wrong with that boy again?
What's wrong with that boy again?
What's wrong with that boy again?
Talk into my hand and get out
Everyone is so kind as they waste my time
I will trade my mind for another
Kick my habbit with a punch to my head
Engineering tools to set me straight
Strike me harder to adjust the truth
For all to see trade apathy for remedy
So I can feel for you
What's wrong with that boy again?
What's wrong with that boy again?
What's wrong with that boy again?
What's wrong with that boy again?
Talk into my hand and get out
Eyes wide open lips are dry mind's forever doomed
I might be slightly overdressed I'll be finished soon
Check my cover save my soul be my lover take the blow
Acting so damn naturally hush little baby do you really think
It's roy with that bong again!
It's roy with that bong again!
It's roy with that bong again!
It's roy with that bong again!
Talk into my hand and get out
Writer(s): Thomas Goetz, Torsten Fluppi Scholz, Peter Baumann Duese, Arnim Teutoburg-weiss, Bernd Kurtzke
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