Nietzsche’s Way Songtext

von Robyn Hitchcock

Los Angeles police
They come in different flavors
And history refuses
To do them any favors

The insects point towards you
With numbers on their collars
I'm dancing with a sandwich
That cost eleven dollars

That's Nietzsche's way of telling you
That's Nietzsche's way of setting you down

You were in love with Caesar
But Caesar in a body bag
It could have been a grow bag
If he'd been a tomato

That's Nietzsche's way of tempting you
That's Nietzsche's way of setting you down

I don't like that word "absolute"
You see that loathsome superman
He flexes by your sundial
My physique was inadequate
So I became a dreamer

It's the privilege of youth and beauty
To hate themselves
It's the privilege of youth and beauty
To fade

If something doesn't kill you
It's gotta make you stronger
And as you haven't killed me
You must have made me stronger

It's the privilege of youth and beauty
To corrupt themselves
It's the privilege of youth and beauty
To decay

Los Angeles police
They come in different flavors
And history refuses
To do them any favors

That's Nietzsche's way of telling you
That's Nietzsche's way of setting you down
Of setting you down