All of No Man's Land is Ours - Einstürzende Neubauten

Hello, Central, Hello, hurry, Give me four-

Oh-three;

Hello, Mary, Hello, Jerry, Yes, yes, this is me!

Just landed at the

pier And found the telephone, We’ve been parted for a year, Thank God,

at last I’m home!

Haven’t time to talk a lot, Though I’m feeling mighty gay;

Listen, sweet forget-me-not, I’ve only time to say:

All of No Man’s Land is ours, dear, Now I have come back home to you,

My honey true, Wedding bells in Junie-June All will tell by the tunie-tune,

The victory’s won, the war is over, The whole wide world is wreathed in clover!

Then, hand-in-hand we’ll stroll through life, dear.

Just think how happy we

will be, I mean, we three, We’ll pick a bungalow among the fragrant boughs,

And spend our honeymoon with the blooming flowers

All of No Man’s Land is ours

All of No Man’s Land is ours, dear

Now I have come back home to you

My honey true

Joyfull bells in Junie-June

All will tell by the tunie-tune

The victory’s won, the war is over

The whole wide world is wreathed in clover!

All of No Man’s Land is ours