Gramme Friday — текст песни (Fall)

The people I like live
in kitchens and halls.
I can`t reach a decision on this.
Can I come back to you on this?
Hitler lost his nerve on it.
Dr. Morale prescribed it well
It`s [spastics].
I am Robertson Spiel
and this is my Gramme Friday.
Skin drops slow to the bones
But I`ve got my hunger anyway.
I`m on Gramme Friday.
Work and eat spontaneous
Enter the house of weariness.
It`s spastics.
Look out
Look down
Look out
Look now
The hunger....
Friday .