Texty: Matt Roehr. Other. Sarcastic Gutter Blues.

Send me a postcard
from the gutter
A nice view of the bums
Send me a postcard from the
underground
Where you were lost and never found

As politician you utter
evil prophecies
Unseriously missing your mark
Just try to make millions of
dollars
It?s a small fatal step and you quickly end up
Here in the
gutter

Hey man how do you do?
I?m sorry
I wasn?t the one for you
Hey man
what can I do?
I never had any sympathy for you
Hey man what?s up with
you?
There?s nothing left for me to do
Hey man how do you do?
I welcome
you
Back to the gutter
Mmh ? the gutter
Yeah

Welcome to the twilight
zone
Where the sun never shines
Welcome to the loneliness
To the real side
of life

You never thought that you?d be here?
Your life, your wife
All
disappeared?
And even your connections failed?
Were your political
morals
Just a matter of date?