Sirens

Damn, this is bad - this is so bad I get out of the crash thinking no one survived Big eyes from the backseat To my surprise I see all three alive You're losing blood in the gra*s there On the side of the road in your striped summer dress The boy runs off to see you I pick him up but he must've seen some of your legs I swear dear, you'll be alright Now don't you go out on me here I swear I hear sirens come close That means help is near The autobahn is reflecting Rotting fruit in at least 30 something degrees Nothing but chaos All these questions, ignorance f**k THE POLICE! I swear dear, you'll be alright Now don't you go out on me here I swear I hear sirens come close That means help is near Now you listen to me I will bring you back home Will you listen to me I will bring you back home Home Back from the car-dump I sit down with the boy on the edge of the bed In a hotel room near Munich Remembering what I said