she was a queen of a magical kingdom by the gods themselves elected
she's been adored by a million men with passion she's been infected
like a black pearl on a golden crown she rules over her land of magic
she dreams of being a perfect queen but her love life is so tragic
african queen of ancient fame; sheba is her name
king solomon, son of david, has hopelessly lost his heart
when she visited him in his palace he took her as a reward
he could not resist her as he was the king she wanted
and when the queen left, she returned in his dreams so he felt haunted
african queen of ancient fame; sheba is her name
he went mad as he couldn't reach her, her kingdom was so far away
in a distant land full of mysteries and his empire declined to decay
she patiently waited for his answer though and she never had a man again
his obsessive love for the queen of sheba caused a lot of pain
i saw her for the first time in the dungeons of the colosseum
it was kinda dark in there, but i thought she looked very pretty
the second time i saw her was in front of the british museum
the sun was shining on the face of my girl from new york city
deep down beneath the roman streets each contact seemed so weird
the moment our eyes met i could feel the earth stood still
you never meet a living soul down there where's only fear
the burning heat all over me chased away the chill
she came to my hotel room and we made love in bed
and beyond all the skies we hit, she pushed away the sheets
we didn't speak a word and our lips were hot and wet
action speaks louder than words and never cheats
two whole days were spent upon a hotel plaza bed
we sent away the bellboys and the chambermaids as well
we couldn't find the time to eat; no we had sex instead
the day of separation came but we had so much to tell
i saw her for the first time in the dungeons of the colosseum
it was kinda dark in there, but i thought she looked very pretty
the second time i saw her was in front of the british museum
the sun was shining on the face of my girl from new york city
six months later i got an e-mail from that girl
i was so surprised; she told me she had no pc
she wrote she was going for a trip around the world
her first stop would be london at hotel regency
bye bye belgium; i took the hovercraft
and only eight hours later i saw her back again
at the british museum and i was glad she laughed
so happy to see me at the sound of the big ben
when the full moon breaks through the stormy clouds
you could hear my brother when he howls and shouts
he's always hungry and his basic needs
got only to do with anything that bleeds
i know - cuz i'm - like him
i'm on a freak show
my father was always looking for virgins after dark
when he found a victim he starts to howl and bark
the morning after all you could find
was a pair of panties or something of that kind
i know - cuz i'm - like him
i'm on a freak show
my entire family was caught a month ago
in a few days you can watch them on a freak show
i'll never be the same again
because i'm the heir, i am insane
the day is over - the night has set in
in a few minutes - all parties will begin
kids all over - riding their bikes
everybody does - whatever he likes
dancing at the plaza
it's a mixture - of present and past
all parties forever - they will last
future dreams - of new leisure
fly away in - clouds of pleasure
dancing at the plaza
sometimes it's - like '69
then i think - where is time
dancing at the plaza
we smell like gasoline
actually we stink
with maches in our hands
pure alcohol we drink
all must burn all in flames
people won't forget our names
we are the arsonists
we are the arsonists
we're the most enlighted gang
everywhere we go, it's BANG!
the colours of our jackets
for an initiation rite
is black from ashes, red from blood
and flames are white
you can live on your own with nobody around
your place can feel crowded but it will never be a town
you feel insecure and you need someone
to help you cry in a corner and to have a little fun
you live in paradox city and you're still alive
you believe all that is said must be a dream or a lie
paradox city - home of complexes
acts of reason will become media crimes
locked up by force locked up in time
who doesn't forget something never occurred
no tears to cry in your room without word
you live in paradox city and you're still alive
you believe all that is said must be a dream or a lie
paradox city - home of complexes
the strength of your thoughts may kill an idea
when your so-called joy is surrounded by fear
but in paradox city certainty is rare
you've already found out life is hard to bear
it was about six years ago it might as well 've been five
i found a jukebox in the cellar of a go-go bar on cemetary drive
i took some coins and pushed a button
and listened to the songs that were dirty and rotten
"rockin' in the graveyard", "the way i walk"
"it's a gas", "the crusher", "strollin' after dark"
"girl on death row", "do the zombie"
"hot lips baby" and "louie louie"
i'd never heard such music before that jukebox gave me a new life
dedicated to that good old rock 'n' roll there on cemetary drive
i took some coins and pushed a button
and listened to the songs that were dirty and rotten
"tear it up", "rockin' bones", "chop suey rock"
"bop pills", "love me", "woodpecker rock"
"sinners", "safari", "domino"
"everybody's movin" and "go girl go"
that jukebox on cemetary drive must be haunted by a ghost
because from that day on i love the cramps the most
i took some coins and pushed a button
and listened to the songs that were dirty and rotten
"primitive", "you'll never change me"
"valarie", "you're gonna miss me"
"paralyzed", "werewolf", "bacon fat"
"harlem nocturne", "i want some of that"
jukebox on cemetary drive
the back streets of my town
and the mighty river stink
so what if from dusk till dawn
i can get a drink
here i always will be twenty
you're the girl and i'm the boy
i live the life of plenty
in this paradise of joy
it is such a pity
every night i have to go
i need antwerp city
more than you'll ever know
the moment i leave town
i feel i gonna lose
deep and deeper down
with the antwerp city blues
on sunday 6 pm
on 103.9
i am the man i am
the airwaves are mine
your style, you gotta use it
if you wanna dance all night long
you wanna hear good music
so just ask for a good song
the dream police arrested me because of what i dream
i think they are jealous of everything i've seen
nightmares are unknown to me; my dreams are rated x
i fuck all the girls i want; i'm wearing x-ray spex
the dream police arrested me because of what i dream
they wanna blow away my brain with nitroglycerine
i'm a danger to society they say i am insane
but the world is for the dreamers since it is so full of pain
the dream police arrested me because of what i dream
they want thought control because i don't fit in their scheme
in my dreams i laugh and cry, i love and dance and smile
please let me die within my dreams just for a little while
i'm a train
i can't stop
i'm a train
i won't stop
for nothing less
than happiness
i'm a train
don't ever stop
i'm a train
on the loose
i'm a train
i can't choose
which station
is sensation
i'm a train
don't ever stop
i'm a train
and going on
i'm a train
still moving on
to my girl
across the world
i'm a train
don't ever stop