the battle of los angelsea

i would give anything to be that cigarette

doused in aviation fuel, i prayed that you'd forget that

your bones are made of bone, your skin is merely flesh

i would give anything to be that cigarette, michael

you are an island upon which nothing blooms

no vegetation, no fruit of the womb

no apex predators, no rain, no light, no sky

you are an island upon which nothing thrives

way above the streets and houses, freiburg awaits you

way above the streets and houses, freiburg awaits you

way above the streets and houses, freiburg awaits you

way above the streets and houses, freiburg awaits you

i would give anything to be that cigarette, michael

i would give anything to be that cigarette, michael

i would give anything to be that cigarette, michael

i would give anything to be that cigarette