Gazebo – Telephone Mama

I lived my life on a razor blade

Never found escape in my empty shade

Till came one day when the c.i.a

Said we need you bad down in leningrad

I took my life of a legal alien

A “bolivian dancer” that’s what i was

And I knew I found my aim

Just telephone mama

Just living on a poison pill

Just telephone mama

A robot dressed to kill

Telephone mama

That’s all I kept in mind

Just telephone mama

The rest is left behind

I met freulein in a french caf?

Just a cigarette and “les jeux sont faits”

Till came one night when she was in sight

Through the bathroom door saw her seek for more

I took my colt and I pointed at her eyes

A sentimental cancer that’s what it was

And I knew I lost my prize

Just telephone mama

Just living on a poison pill

Just telephone mama

A robot dressed to kill

Telephone mama

That’s all I kept in mind

Just telephone mama

The rest is left behind

She looked at me god she was so sweet

She knelt to my feet said she had to cheat

Cause she lived her life on the sharpest knife

And the k.g.b never let her breathe

I took her hand we decided to go far

The naivest “dancer” that’s what I was

And two men approached the car

Just telephone mama

Just living on a poison pill

Just telephone mama

A robot dressed to kill

Telephone mama

That’s all I kept in mind

Just telephone mama

The rest is left behind