Trapped in a Bottle Songtext

von Grope

I am held hostage in a bottle
I'm all inside I start to dream
Do I fit in the scheme, was I planned

The pretty colour, the fine taste
The sweetest drops, there is no waste
Do I fit in the scheme, was I planned
Planned to be here
Trapped in a bottle
I feel the presence of a god, a higher god
A god of wisdom, a god of fame, a god of courage
Booh, god of wisdom
Ohuh, god of courage

Why scream for help when I'm alive
I'm on the highway, I'm ready again
I tripped and fell, it wasn't planned
Once again, got trapped in a bottle
I feel the presence of a god, a higher god
A god of wisdom, a god of fame, a god of courage
Booh, god of wisdom
Ohuh, god of courage