Sweet Needles Of Success

The circus is full of smoke
After all this years
Some were good, some were bad
Didn't know what I was about to start when I started
Though I wrote it all down
God, I was so naive

When you're on the show
You've got to shoot not to sing
When you're on the show
You've got to shoot not to sing

Wasn't it worth anyway
12 years, 6 were good, 6 were bad
20.000 songs in my head and a toast to all the pimps in the world
Here's to you

Hey, hey, here's to you, till the last bullet's fired
Welcome, sweet needles of success

Here's to you, you got to shoot, not to sing
Welcome, customers, whores, I still got my gun
I still got my gun
Look, I point at you

There's a shadow on the target, I guess you call it future
And the fingertip-orchestras sounded like spirit rapping on the radio

The day I sold my music for less than a soul
To a full-playback-pop-music-teenage-hero
Here's to you, sweet needles of success

Welcome, customers, whores, I still got my gun
Here's to you, you got to shoot not to sing
I still got some shots inside

Welcome, sweet needles of success
Take me home, take me home
Oh, sweet needles of success

Here I go
Into the dry-ice fog