Lyrics of German overalls

Manheim; rainy saturday with no money nor friend,
Only tequila can end the boredom.
Try to reach london for a pocket of hope;
We're children, we grope in the dark.
Hugh spends his last mark on coffee and cheese...
I feel just like a refugee...
Rathaus-keepers and traffic police,
Middle-aged maids with rotting teeth
Industrial magazines and old sunday times;
Reading material/bleeding lines.
What are we doing here?
Memorial manace, eager for revenge,
Has begun to bend our minds.
Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid;
Now, feeling placid is death.
I try to hold my breath as the p.a. comes down...
Here we all are in ktown!
The big wheel never fails to grind around;
It drags me up/drags me down
Seven sentenses wonder 'can this be real,
Or am i become a performing seal?'
Why are we dying here?
I walk the streets alone, try to find a sign of love,
I've crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs,
I have bit the fruit
But all i live for is to play
And i'm tired of the nights and the days
Of airports, taxis and motorway showers,
Grooping for a key in the afterhours.
David takes to travelling in the van,
He knows that we all can understand;
We're at the mercy of the kosmos tour,
Making a pilgrimage to the german lourdes...
But we're still crippled here.
Cathedrals spiral skywards, i think i'm getting vertigo,
I think i don't know what is real.
On a more sudden spotlight, one more madness is over...
I must not show a sign of fear.
Words echo round my ears, i think i'm going to laugh...
Think i'll just go and take a bath, guess i'll wash my clothes,
Don't you know i'll grow to go and make my name,
Maybe a servant in the fame game;
Stake my sane and rest my life on the line...
Now lay me asunder and rend my mind;
At the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost...