sweet needles of success (12 years) — текст песни (Alphaville)

the circus is full of smoke
after all this years
some were good, some were bad
didn`t know what i was about to start when i started
though i wrote it all down
god, i was so naive!
when you`re on the show, you`ve got to shoot not to sing

wasn`t it worth anyway
12 years, 6 were good, 6 were bad
20.000 songs in my head and a toast to all the pimps in the world
here`s to you
hey, hey, here`s to you, till the last bullet`s fired
welcome, sweet needles of success
here`s to you, you got to shoot, not to sing
welcome, customers, whores, i still got my gun
i still got my gun
look, i point at you

there`s a shadow on the target, i guess you call it future
and the fingertip-orchestras sounded like spirit rapping on the radio

the day i sold my music for less than a soul
to a full-playback-pop-music-teenage-hero
here`s to you, sweet needles of success
welcome, customers, whores, i still got my gun
here`s to you, you got to shoot not to sing
i still got some shots inside

welcome, sweet needles of succes
take me home, take me home
oh, sweet needles of success
here i go
into the dry-ice fog


gold/1990