Deutschland

Shoved in coach like gorkens in a jar
we fly over the magic carpet blue from the land of the "free" to the land of the Autobahn
there we meet up with good friends and
for the very first time, we become foreigners

A mother and son take me to their home
where they give me a room and a very warm welcme
then an even more warm welcome when the father and other son came home

Little did I know, but the mother,
whom they called Sabine
was psycho and one prize short of a happy meal

She told me that she couldn't wait for the woman downstairs
to go kaput, faster than the speed of light
but the woman downstairs fed me people food
unlike Sabine who treated me like a rabbit being prepared for dinner

Sabine became the paparazzi
when i ate, wrote letters, and slept
finally, the head of the trip
moved me from my dungeon
into my castle
where Deutchland turned into Wonderland