Sweet Needles of Success — текст песни (Alphaville)

The circus is full of smoke

After all this years

Some were good, some were bad

Didnt know what I was about to start when I started

Though I wrote it all down

God, I was so naive!

When youre on the show, youve got to shoot not to sing



Wasnt it worth anyway

12 years, 6 were good, 6 were bad

20.000 songs in my head and a toast to all the pimps in the world

Heres to you

Hey, hey, heres to you, till the last bullets fired

Welcome, sweet needles of success

Heres to you, you got to shoot, not to sing

Welcome, customers, whores, I still got my gun

I still got my gun

Look, I point at you



Theres a shadow on the target, I guess you call it future

And the fingertip-orchestras sounded like spirit rapping on the radio



The day I sold my music for less than a soul

To a full-playback-pop-music-teenage-hero

Heres to you, sweet needles of success

Welcome, customers, whores, I still got my gun

Heres to you, you got to shoot not to sing

I still got some shots inside



Welcome, sweet needles of succes

Take me home, take me home

Oh, sweet needles of success

Here I go

Into the dry-ice fog





Gold/1990