Letras:
Bauhaus Swing The Heartache

(feldman/goldstein/gottehrer) Get up in the morning take the covers from my bed There's sunlight in my eyes playing tricks with my head I work like a

Who are you? My card, pretty lady 'Devil May Care' music production, Beelzebub, president I like your style, too bad you're not a singer Oh, but I am,

You fear the lesson And fear to walk And fear to pass on Your fear to talk The teacher was feared Your parents too Then you became The fear of you, fear

I now possess quasi success But she wants to be a better singer Swing the Heartache Just for her sake But she wants to be a better singer Swing the Heartache