Songtext zu 'Rot gut' von The Virgins

What do you think landlords in the afterlife are like ?
I bet they're all pretty much the same.
Call me insane, call me anything you want,
Would a rose not rot by any other name ?

We sing songs full time and survive on the side;
Tastes like some one has pissed in our champagne.
So sorry; you wanted me to kiss your lips ?
I was trying to pick your brain.

Now all the cool kids in the back of the bus,
They have no idea why they're so cool.
They're off to prison from eight until three.
Ain't it funny how they think it's school ?

Teacher turned wardon, no passion to teach,
If they teach what they want, then their contract is breached.
Now all the best teachers are out on the streets
With the prophets; we call them bums.

And the sunlight is fading, and the moon is in sight.
It looks like it's going to be one hell of a night.
And the sunlight is fading, and the moon is in sight.
It looks like it's going to be one hell of a night.

To bored to stay sober, too stupid not to drive.
Police man pulled me over,
He said, "You're lucky to be alive."
"Now let me see your license and registration ain't expired."

The booze was in my veins, but the adventure got me high.
"How much have you been drinking ?"
I took too long thinking.
"I'm sorry, officer, I don't care to count."

"Step out of the vehical, sir." I tried not to speak and slur
As the booze upon my breath did all the talking.
I opened up the door, I fell upon the floor.
He tried to help me up; I wasn't breathing.

"I ain't feeling so good," and he said that he understood,
Slapped the cuffs on my wrists, "I'll do the driving."
I think he ruined my night tonight,
And he thinks he saved my life tonight.

Ain't it hard to find a dancing partner
Who danced the way I danced ?
And the musical romance is more of the flailing of the limbs,
As we sing the ancient hymns into the ears of our bedroom night.

I told you I was busy; busy living, busy loving.
I was lying, getting busy dying.
And with all sins forgiven, would I be living any different ?
Oh, I doubt it, I really do.

It's alright; I'm only sighing, you know.
I'm only sighing, sighing for you.
And when I sing, I'm only singing.
Don't worry, I'm only singing for you.

Now I ain't a saint, and I won't be a sinner.
When it comes to this life, I'm an absolute beginner,
But I'm getting better and better at breathing.
I practice all day, test myself every evening.

When I sleep, yeah, I make some noises
Through all my regrets and ugliest choices.
You cross my mind sometimes when I'm dreaming,
But I could never decipher the meaning of rot gut.

Slowly slumber; lots of shots and lonely thunders.
Cause Johnny, I ain't tired yet;
I'm just gonna sit right here with rot gut.
Slowly slumber; lots of shots and lonely thunders.

Cause Johnny, I ain't tired yet;
I'm just gonna sit right here and rot away,
(and rot away) (and rot away)
(and rot away) (and rot away)

This is the life, these are the people
Who love you so much.
This is the life, these are the people
Who love you so much.

This is the life, these are the people
Who love you so much.
This is the life, these are the people
Who love you so much.

This is the life, these are the people
Who love you so much.
This is the life, these are the people
Who love you so much.

When love ain't enough to keep them insane.
To keep them in here.
Well, I love you, my dear,
But I'm afraid love ain't enough
To keep 'em insane, to keep 'em in here.
Oh, I love you, my dear.

This is the life, these are the people
Who love you so much.
This is the life, these are the people
Who love you so much.

This is the life, these are the people
Who love you so much.
This is the life, these are the people
Who love you so much.

This is the life, these are the people
Who love you so much.
This is the life, these are the people
Who love you so much.