Lyrics
How many children did I bring to the world?
How many did I lose in the shopping arcade?
This is no rehearsal
Play it back and throw things at the screen
This is no rehearsal
Somebody interpret this (for me)
Still, I remember how I dressed him this morning
And then, he was gone, stolen, my only one
This is no rehearsal
Play it back and throw things at the screen
This is no rehearsal
Somebody interpret this (for me)
This is no rehearsal
Play it back and throw things at the screen
This is no rehearsal
Somebody interpret this (for me)
