text: Smoke is rising from the houses
  People burying their dead
  I ask somebody what the time is
  But time doesnt matter to them yet
  People talking without speaking
  Trying to take what they can get
  I ask you if you remember
  Prospekt, how could I forget?
  Drums, here it comes
  Dont you wish that life could be as simple
  As fish swimming round in a barrel?
  When youve got the gun
  Oh when I run, here it comes
  Were just two little figures in a soup bowl
  Trying to get behind a kind of control
  But I wasnt one
  Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky
  And here I lie on my own in a separate sky
  I dont wanna die on my own here tonight
  But here I lie on my own in a separate sky