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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