Things worked out better than we had planned
Capital from boy, woman and man
We were like ink and paper
Numbers on a calculator
Knew arithmetic so well
Working overtime completed what was assigned
We had to multiply ourselves
A bouncing little baby
A shiny copper penny
And he spent himself
Would not listen to us
But when he lost his appetite
He lost his weight in friends
Baby became a fat nickel so fast
Then came puberty
Exponentially
Soon our boy became a million
People loved him so
And helped him to grow
Everyone knew the thing that was best
Of course, he must invest
A penny won't do
But he made us proud
He made us rich
But how were we to know
He's counterfeit
Now everything's ruined

faith no more | angel dust

"warum halten wir?"
"ich muss pinkeln."
"die kamera, john. warum nimmst du die kamera mit?"
"äh, da gibt es was interessantes."
"oh ja, john krempl, sowas hat die welt noch nicht gesehen!"
"ich mein da drüben, das verfallene haus."
"mhm."
"ich komm gleich."
"mhm."

10 minuten später:

"und, hat er gelächelt?"
"ohh, jane!"