Torture Rack

I DRIVE AWAY TOWARDS BIG SKIES

ACROSS THE DEBRIS OF MY LIFE

IF YOUR HEART'S BROKEN MINE IS SHREDDED

IT IS DOWN THE PIT OF THE ROAD SIDE

IN SLALOM RIDING THROUGH THE NIGHT

UNTIL I REACH THE PUB

MY MIND FEELS LIKE AN ASYLUM

MY HEART LIKE A TECHNO CLUB

THIS IS THE BREAK UP OF MY DREAMS

I'M CHAINED TO THE TORTURE RACK

AND YOU KEEP PULLING

ICH RASE UBER KAPUTTE STRASSEN

UBER DIE RUINEN VON UNS ZWEI

UND ICH SAGE DIR WIEDER OBWOHL DU'S SCHON WEISST

THE GASOLINE IS MY ANODYNE

THIS IS THE BREAK UP OF MY DREAMS

AND I KEEP PULLING