Paroles One Hand Mona de Gustav

Textes et Paroles de One Hand Mona

Mona gave up taking pictures
She lost her left arm and married Carl.
In eight hours of sleep
And eight hours of work
And eight hours of leisure time of remedy
Three months of pregnancy...

It takes seven minutes to prepare the coffee
And four and a half to eat a slice of bread.
And she always dreamed of a white wedding
But she lost her left arm and married Carl.
She married Carl.

Sometimes she wears this fancy jacket
And her mother calls her twice a week.
And she so wishes sex with her white-clad dentist
But she's just colouring her horoscopes with needs.
With needs.

Shaving leg sundays, friday night tears
In a everyday make-up
All day long round the years.
Worn out smalltalks
In a racked up pain.
Pine away, Mona,
In your single-tracked train.

Mona stopped singing memorized melodies.
And she lost her faith in those credit card companies.
Sometimes she gives Carl head
It's better than just rest in bed.
She says.
She says.
It's a common way of life
Loosing one arm and becoming somebody's wife.
It's a common way of life
Loosing one arm and becoming somebody's wife
Between shaving leg sundays and friday night tears
All day long round the years.

But her secret pleasures
Are her monthly sended letters
To defenseless two-handed strangers.
Destiny seldom come painless.
One Hand Mona's resolutions -
Tiny bloody executions,
Little letter bomb explosions.
It's all in Mona's hand.

Rise and shine Mona!
Rise and shine on them all!
Let the world know who's really to blame for your amputating war.

Well the bird in Mona's hand is better than the duck which flies above.
So the thing in which Mona believes is not what we used to call love.
If she could she would make herself quite happy
But what a pity she lost her left arm and married Carl.

Rise and shine Mona!
Rise and shine on them all!
Let the world know who's really to blame for your amputating war.

And stop counting hours of agony
And stop suffering with dignity
Just send out fateful letters
And execute them all!
Them all.

Let the world know Mona
Who is really insecure.

Rise and shine Mona!
Rise and shine on them all!
Let the world know who's really to blame for your amputating war.

And stop counting hours of agony
And stop suffering with dignity
Just send our faithful letters
And execute them all!
Them all.

Be wary of your mailboxes, men!
Ticktock-ticking Mona might strike again.
She doesn't want to harm your wife
But you might have to start with one hand less
A brand new life.

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