Music by Ingo Mohr and words © 07/31/1998 by Oliver Ding

Obviously it’s not the place to be.
Feeling well is postponed for a day.
That fucking song is on hot rotation
And I can’t find the switch at the radio.

Why don’t you go and blast this place to hell? Why don’t you blast this place to hell?

Obviously I just spent one more day.
Walking in circles makes my head spin
And while my feet protest I’ve got to take a rest.
Where’s that fucking door to let me in?

Why don’t you go and blast this place to hell? Why don’t you blast this place to hell?
Why don’t you know which soul you’re gonna sell?
Why don’t you? Why don’t you? Why don’t you? Why don’t you?

Obviously I must look twice to see.
It’s just a mirror in the dressing room.
It shows no lies as soon as you realize
That turning around won’t change the view.

Why don’t you go and blast this place to hell? Why don’t you blast this place to hell?
Why don’t you know which soul you’re gonna sell?
Why don’t you? Why don’t you? Why don’t you? Why don’t you?


Circles

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