VOLTAIRE
Running from a spider
Hope you’ll be home soonRunning from a spider
Hope you’ll be home soon
Everybody’s waiting for the first of June
International is running from the factory
Voltaire only uses disappearing ink
You’re the one, you’re the one, you’re the one
I’ve been dreaming of
You’re the one, you’re the one, you’re the one
Screaming men wounded holding up a cross
I can’t help you but I love you
Is that enough? No!
Little men worship, worshipping his dick
In a cave of nothing, try not to separate
You’re the one, you’re the one, you’re the one
I’ve been dreaming of
Everybody’s waiting for the first of June
International is running from the factory
Voltaire only uses disappearing ink
You’re the one, you’re the one, you’re the one
I’ve been dreaming of
You’re the one, you’re the one, you’re the one
Screaming men wounded holding up a cross
I can’t help you but I love you
Is that enough? No!
Little men worship, worshipping his dick
In a cave of nothing, try not to separate
You’re the one, you’re the one, you’re the one
I’ve been dreaming of
