The Art of Survival
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
I loved you since I knew you
I wouldn't talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make up
Told you once I won't tell you again
It's a bad way
Roxanne
You do
Sterbhilfe
Don't like to die so far away from home, he said
don't like to die when I'll be all alone
So I took him to the place where he came from
and waited for his end to come
I like to help my friends to go away
I like to help my friends to die
Don't like to die feeling
that struggle and pain, she said
don't like to die slowly going insane
So I gave her the final drink of joy
and puted in her arms her favourite toy
I like to help my friends to go away
I like to help my friends to die
I saw him lying in his burning car
I heard him screaming but help was far
So I walked through the fire and held his hand
together we waited for the end