Garbage Man
Here comes a loaded gun
Pointed at the only one
The only one I'll ever believe
Creating lies - am I now deceived?
Is there no room for loving here?
Give me some sense
Some good atmosphere
I hear voices from the underground
I hear voices I don't understand
But we can't go on
Our feet are tied up, dead and numb
As we lay our weapons down
Here comes that Garbage Man
To erase my mind
As we lay our weapons down
Here comes that Garbage Man
To erase my mind
Here comes another lie
Something tells me we're both gonna try
Try to find that so-called love
Between us it will never grow
Let out your darkest side
Let go of that desperate lie
Give me love not what you say
Give me love not hysteria
But we can't go on
Our feet are tied up, dead and numb
As we lay our weapons down
Here comes that Garbage Man
To erase my mind
As we lay our weapons down
Here comes that Garbage Man
To erase my mind
Hold on - hold on
Hold on - hold on
Hold on - hold on
Hold on!
As we lay our weapons down
Here comes that Garbage Man
To erase my mind
As we lay our weapons down
Here comes that Garbage Man
To erase my mind
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