Kleenex Girl Wonder Neon Redbone
Tjeerd does not smoke weed
He says it makes you dull and boring
Well, I don't speak no Afrikaans
But I know from exploring glitter:
Diamonds in a poor man's litter
Blind, embarrassed, and embittered
Crying in Paris, dead of winter
Fly to Amsterdam and get f..cked
Take me by the wrist, feel my pulse as I make a fist
Whispering dulcet tones in your ear
"I'm a terrorist, you're a saint, and a therapist
Listening to bullshit loaded with fear!"
But it's nice just to know you can hear
So tell me where to go
Tell me where to go and help me get there now
Sell your stereo
Sell your stereo and scream as f..cking loud as you can
Moroccans on the street beat a tattoo
That keeps the sleep away
Rendering obsolete the plot you brewed
To not smoke weed today
But you are still a wreck, just a shade of a silhouette
Some things may never get old, but you will
Get a motorbike and a joint, go to Sloterdijk
Catch the last train to Schiphol while Dru Hill sing:
"How deep is your love for me?"
How sweet is your subtlety?
How cheap are your luxurious frames of mind?
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?
What to and What Not to Wear?
Cut yourself and wash your hair at the same time
Bob does not play dice
So tell me where to go
Tell me where to go, and help me get there now
Sell your stereo (sell your stereo)
Everybody knows nobody needs a friendly sound
To bend around the empty house
You sit in screaming, "Let me out!"
And your teenage dreams are ending now
So put the Unrest records down
