Sister City - Going To Pinneberg lyrics

A mock trial Throw fairness to the dogs Turn it over to the angry men in mobs A soft smile Like everything would be okay If you'd just wait it out a while There are holes in my teeth I haven't shaved in weeks It's been at least that long since I got a good night's sleep The sounds I make Are not my own They are affected tones In a temporary home See the woman smile While the man lets out a moan What does she know that I don't? What does he know that I don't? Bound and gagged and all tied up Or freely flying with the doves I faintly hear the marching drums And can't help but tap my feet The things I think Are drastically opposed To a picket fence life, working till i'm old It leaves me sour So I'm ringing in the new year By counting out the hours Watch them celebrate Cleanse themselves in a champagne shower What do they know that I don't? Is there anything I know that they don't? Bound and gagged and all tied up Or freely flying with the doves I can just make out their plastic cups Their sacrament; their savior's blood There has to be a joyeux de vivre They put the joy of cooking in a book But the bible doesn't speak to me So I read So one day I'll know what I don't