I was a huge white hare
with whiskers ´n long ears
trying to act normal
nervously fiddling around
with a leather jacket on
“Anything. Don´t tell them!”
I think I found hell
I think I found heaven
They told me I have nothing,
told me I´m nothing…
“Pray instead.” Take me in,
praying to whatever.
I think I can´t tell them.
I think I can´t tell the difference
aching electrifies my fingertips
bleeding from ears, and nose,
while watching a talkshow
“Don´t tell them, don´t tell anything.”
I think they already know,
they´ve killed two birds with a stone
I found hell, on my TV screen,
on my daily newspaper page
I think I found something;
that there´s nothing left for me
It made perfect sense,
only for a minute, or so…
then they gave me a carrot
and told me to behave.