Now the
party's over and everyone has left but you and you're never ceasing,
ever flowing questions which have made you famous.
You are asking me if I'm about to be a star,
if I'm in love at all, don't I drink too much,
and what I think about ***.
But I feel that no matter how hard I try to explain,
everybody will hear something different tomorrow.
I know too well what you make of the things I told you now.
It's no fun at all,
where are your friends, have they all gone?
Well I tried to tell the story of the man who's had his
wallet stolen and honestly believes that his money will be
spent in the fight against vivisection and now you seem a
bit confused because you don't know what I've come up with.
Still is there a hidden meaning far beyond you?
And it's sad,
oh so sad,
to observe how you pretend you always know what
I mean when I'm speaking and since I know too
well what you make of the things I told you now.
It's no fun at all,
where are your friends,
have they all gone?
I know too well what you make of the things I told you now.
It's no fun at all,
where are your friends, have they all gone?
I know too well what you make of the things I told you now.
It's no fun at all,
where are your friends, have they all gone?
I know too well what you make of the things I told you now.