Behind the Curtain Lyrics

I got lost in the middle of a street

on a corner of this second-hand store

that sells bananas, condoms and beer

maybe my condoms and beer



I turned and saw myself crossing in time

that little black bridge, that little black bridge

without knowing why, just with out knowing why



I feel sick like your unknown son

drifting away in this fucked-up hole

like this spot of blood on the floor

like that spot of oil in your dome



and I'm peeping and peeping all of you

behind the blinds of this blue room, my blue room



theyve been trying to knock on my door

so I lay low, and those pilgrim fathers keep losing



marching away in a sweet indian file



I've got four, five maybe seven days more

i've got five, six maybe seven days more



and I'm peeping and peeping all of you

behind the blinds of this blue room, my blue room