The circus is full of smoke
After all this years
Some were good, some were bad
Didnt know what I was about to start when I started
Though I wrote it all down
God, I was so naive!
When youre on the show, youve got to shoot not to sing
Wasnt 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
Heres to you
Hey, hey, heres to you, till the last bullets fired
Welcome, sweet needles of success
Heres 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
Theres 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
Heres to you, sweet needles of success
Welcome, customers, whores, I still got my gun
Heres 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