Zeichnungen Des Patienten O.T. - Einstürzende Neubauten

President howls

at the grave of the H.M.V.Dog

and the newsreader

wears a sincere face

backed up by bits of skin

I’m waiting at the end of the world for the new sun

It burns more than it lights up It ignites more than it lights

and your flames trace through our veins

at the end of the world and all the heavens

will never more be divided and Hell belongs

to us anyway and why should we partition off Heaven?

The new sun

The new sun

which burns up more than it lights up

The President howls

at the grave of the H.M.V.Dog

and the newsreader

wears his sincere bone head

the jingle is beating bones