She was my dark haired Lydia

Of my suburban german dreams

And he was the boy called James

And it will all end up like the

New York scene

Too much drugs, too much pills

And too much songs

Suicide commando

Suicide commando

King Kong was a murderer

But it was me

I can't stand the scene at all

You are hip and you are down

You are hip and you are down

Find a city, find a room

And find a drug

Suicide commando

Suicide commando