Tekst:
Four minutes left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than,
A few short stories A four minute warning
Sasha stands in his yellow cafe
Yes the heart of the city is here,
So he tells me
Sitting on his red leather sofa,
He's rolling another
Man, I'll see you when I see you
Polly is set to be the next big thing
In her high heeled boots, and her two inch earrings
Heart of glass, Blondie, sings in her ear
You're a rock queen honey and we all hear you
Three minutes left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than
A few short stories A four minute warning
Lucy had a hard time with love
But love recently chose the right time for Lucy
Loving when you know it's the final time
She now holds time in her own mind
Yeah, Jimmies is the local for Michael
A Guinness in one hand, in the other a fable, able
I once asked are you a lonely man
His reply was non-committal, 'I am what I am man'
Two minutes left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than
The official story's a four minute warning
Cry, Laugh, Feel love, Peace, Panic,
these are your four minutes
(I'm counting it down, four minutes of sound, it's always a rush
when your around)
The final story is one of me,
Who with four minutes left has used up three
I think of you, I think of me
Then I think of nothing,
It's the end you see,
Yeah!
One minute left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than
A few short stories A four minute warning
30 seconds left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than
What would you do,
What would you do, yeah
With a four minute warning, a four minute warning
I'm fading away; I'm fading away, if anybody wants to know
I'm fading away, I'm fading away, there's only seconds to go
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than,
A few short stories A four minute warning
Sasha stands in his yellow cafe
Yes the heart of the city is here,
So he tells me
Sitting on his red leather sofa,
He's rolling another
Man, I'll see you when I see you
Polly is set to be the next big thing
In her high heeled boots, and her two inch earrings
Heart of glass, Blondie, sings in her ear
You're a rock queen honey and we all hear you
Three minutes left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than
A few short stories A four minute warning
Lucy had a hard time with love
But love recently chose the right time for Lucy
Loving when you know it's the final time
She now holds time in her own mind
Yeah, Jimmies is the local for Michael
A Guinness in one hand, in the other a fable, able
I once asked are you a lonely man
His reply was non-committal, 'I am what I am man'
Two minutes left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than
The official story's a four minute warning
Cry, Laugh, Feel love, Peace, Panic,
these are your four minutes
(I'm counting it down, four minutes of sound, it's always a rush
when your around)
The final story is one of me,
Who with four minutes left has used up three
I think of you, I think of me
Then I think of nothing,
It's the end you see,
Yeah!
One minute left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than
A few short stories A four minute warning
30 seconds left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than
What would you do,
What would you do, yeah
With a four minute warning, a four minute warning
I'm fading away; I'm fading away, if anybody wants to know
I'm fading away, I'm fading away, there's only seconds to go
