Fairytale

Pretty house
fairytale
grim forests
can gild a tale                 Cyclist
build a tale                      on the flat
of happy grim                  from Nederland
                                        to Deutschland
                                        you hardly sat
House made                    you knew that
out of                               speed was yor need              Checkpoint
sweetbread                      freed as a bat                         checkpoint
licorice pains                   yor revolutions                      at the checkpoint again
its so surprising                were solutions                      this time
some of it                         to you feeling                        as a tourist
still remains                     flat                                          at checkpoint charlie
                                                                                        with something more 
                                                                                        to gain
                                         Cyclist
Pretty house                      who is sure                           Once you got away from
fairytale                            desire                                     Checkpoint charlie
grim forests                       achieves more                       in the rain 
black forests                      never tire                               you boarded
beautiful became               yor spokes                             that train
and now all those              a spire                                    now you come to see it
scarey wolves                    of blurring cathedral              in its newer grain
are tame                             yor inspired
and the pages                     to be hero                               There are now no clouds
are turning                         not just                                    above it
to the book again               incidentlal                               in the sunshine strain
                                                                                           still to you
                                                                                           this's got stain
                                           Cyclist
Pretty house                        who knew well                      How many dead
fairytale                               also rans                                 how many dead
grim forests                         they fell                                  at checkpoint charlie
beautiful again                    off the pace                             in the rain
dreams made out                 to last place                            stopped by that razor wire
of sugar                               to occupy space                      missed the train
they melt away again          of yor lasting                          detained by bullet
and that book's                    hell                                          again
left unread
in dread of wolves               Cyclist                                     How many dead 
gone tame                             who can't resist                       how many dead
pretty house                         the speed                                  at checkpoint charlie
fairytale                                the freedom need                    the pain comes back to you
a house of sweets                 freed                                        not everyone
became                                 revolutions                               was like you
                                             instigated                                  you sailed down that wire
                                             by inspiration's                         from the rooftop
                                             need.                                         just before the wall
                                                                                               came down
                                                                                               then you were breaking
                                                                                               back in
                                                                                                how many dead
                                                                                                at checkpoint charlie
                                                                                               where to begin?

Any time
is every time
always happens again
you say that you are
one of the unluckiest men

You say you came
from where
there were no opportunities
you have to square the circle
if you want to
set yorself free

Life on the hi-line                           Fast as you can manage it
behind the line                                build a u.f.o.
yor a victim of                                 but they got you in a fly trap
someone else's crime                       you had nowhere to go
refugee arriving
from some spent war                       In wensceslas caves
then they let you                              waves of inspiration flow
thru the assylum door                      but they took away
                                                         the time to do it so
You said that you didn't want          Its such a shame
to meet that millionaire                    eastern germany
who wanted a taste of                       weren't allowed
what it was like                                 to build the u.f.o
living in rougher air                          those stupid bombs
                                                          killed progress so
You became the body                       In wensceslas caves
the heiress did live thru                     they strived to levitate
she paid you politicaly                      but down came
to use an iron shoe                             those bombs of hate
                                                           and scientists
                                                           too late
And stamp yor way thru                    were late
everything she
wanted to do                                      Its such a shame
                                                           east germany
                                                            weren't allowed
Life on the hi-line                               to build the u.f.o
behind the line                                    they were caut
yor a victim of                                    within the fly trap
someone's greed                                  of their inspirations
sometimes rich people                        so
need someone
to carry out the deed                           East german rocket
life on the hi-line                                 on the moon
you were acting out                              was but a
a part                                                    pricked balloon
or so you say                                        east german
you shold have                                     called American
recognised the source                           those inspirations
of that dark art.                                     the yanks
                                                              do resume

                                                              Its just a shame
                                                              about the u.f.o
                                                              the bombing raids
                                                              dropped on inspiration
                                                               one fatal blow.