Subterranean Attic - Not There
Sister, sister on a telephone
Shoutin' of abuse and being left alone
Hard edge forcing into soft ground
The winner takes it all
And the looser is left at the Lost and found
Black sheep are drowned
That is the way it is, the clock can't turn the Other way 'round
And I don't care, I don't care
I don't know where I am, but
I was not there
Shoeshine boy was pale and stumbled
White man had caught him in the city street jungle
Hard edge forcing into soft ground
The winner takes it all
And the looser is left at the lost and found
He should have stayed underground
That is the way it is, the clock can't turn the Other way 'round
And I don't care, I don't care
I don't know where I am, but
I was not there
And I don't care, I don't care
I don't know where I am, but
I was not there
The story in the paper really hit me hard
Formerly rich gambler lost his last card
Hard edge forcing into soft ground
The winner takes it all
And the Looser is left at the lost and found
I was level with the ground
That is the way it is, the clock can't turn the other way 'round
And I did care
Man, I did care
I don't know where I am, but
It was as if I had been there
Written by:
Matthias Baumgart
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