Unanswered Prayers

Unanswered Prayers

G.b.h
(album: No Need To Panic)

Well they paid him the advance,
and waited for the book.
But the writer didn´t care none,
no he didn´t give a F. F. F. F.
Fortune squandered,
he´s drugged up bad.
They called him insane,
the called him a fag.

Somewhere in the city,
unanswered prayers.
Somewhere in the city,
one man, one man dared.

He´s got ´em searching the attic,
and tearing down walls.
Emptying cupboards,
and ripping up floors.
I know it´s here,
a secret told.
I´ll tell ya it´s true man,
it´s literate gold.

Slurring speech,
in interviews.
Looking a little fat.
Bloodshot eyes,
don´t forget the hat.
I know it´s here,
a secret told.
I tell ya´ it´s true man,
only he knows,
only he knows,
only he knows where to bulldoze.