Bonaparte High Heels To Hell
when i´m looking at life chupped up with a kitchen knife
i see that the lifestyle is there long before i arrive
i see that everything´s been said but not by everyone yet
and then something always happens but nothing ever really does
i´m eleven, then sixteen, in it for passion and compassion
stick my head into a bag and they go. >
do a headstand for days and days, i watch the world reveal
and then something always happens, but nothing´s really real
something always happens - hu hu - high heels to hell - hu hu
something always happens - hu hu - high heels to hell - hu hu
i thought that i´m a man but sometimes it´s hart to tell
i´m walking but it feels likes i´m on high heels to hell
it was hardcore, but it don´t seem so hard anymore
and then something always happens, i´ve heard it before
give me a head start, three rounds later i´ll find
your face reads like a book and now i´d rather be blind
there are good times and bad times, all dressed in silver stockings
something always happens, but don´t bother knocking
something always happens - hu hu - high heels to hell - hu hu
something always happens - hu hu - high heels to hell - hu hu
oh i do things and say things and i´m ranting and raving
and i think that time is a friend of minde
i wanna hide up in that tree in the afterglow
things are more like they are now than they have ever been
things are more like they are now than they have ever been
than they have ever been, than they have ever been
imagine two parallel lines, and it´s love at first sight
crossing somewhere in infinity, because such is the zeitgeist
i know it sounds exciting, but i guess i´m only dreaming
something always happens, but it´s hard to find the meaning
something always happens - high heels to hell
something always happens - high heels to hell
something always happens, what - hard to tell
keep on walking - high heels to hell
