- The Suburbs Of Paradise -

music & lyrics : Ferdy Doernberg

Picture a room with a sofa and the TV on at night

and a man in his underwear - sleeping - now picture him waking up from a wet

dream - slowly reaching the other side.

Well, Romeo trades kisses for an apple and the truth

while Juliet waits on the sidewalk to sell her faded youth.

After their pretended suicide they´ve been all around the world

but now there´s nowhere left to hide and they´ve stranded where the fools become the wise - the suburbs of paradise.

Another shitty club - another cold grey morning

- the bus is parking next to a hole of mud.

I fell out of my bunk `cause the merchandiser´s snorring so badly.

I´d like to use a bathroom but the door of the venue´s still shut.

Another trace - another city - another strain - another thrill

- another race - another pity - another pain you cannot kill.

Ain´t it funny how it sometimes can happen so fast ?

The good things come but they never last.

The rain keeps falling and the tears they rise

and here I´m standing - in the suburbs of paradise.

The cook just looks like Keith Richards with glasses

- I see her fingernails and I swear that I won´t eat anything today.

She´s crazy `bout  them guys with backstage passes.

I try to look friendly and say : "Thank you, Ma´am, I´m okay !"

Meanwhile the man on the sofa got tired again and went back to sleep

while  Romeo and Juliet didn´t find a reason good enough to keep

holding on so this time they decide to make a sudden end to all the lies

and it´s just an ordinary day where every innocent dream dies