Sweet Needles Of Success Lyrics by Alphaville

Sweet Needles Of Success

The circus is full of smoke
After all this years
Some were good, some were bad
Didnt know what I was about to start when I started
Though I wrote it all down
God, I was so naive!
When youre on the show, youve got to shoot not to sing

Wasnt it worth anyway
12 years, 6 were good, 6 were bad
20.000 songs in my head and a toast to all the pimps in the world
Heres to you
Hey, hey, heres to you, till the last bullets fired
Welcome, sweet needles of success
Heres to you, you got to shoot, not to sing
Welcome, customers, whores, I still got my gun
I still got my gun
Look, I point at you

Theres a shadow on the target, I guess you call it future
And the fingertip-orchestras sounded like spirit rapping on the radio

The day I sold my music for less than a soul
To a full-playback-pop-music-teenage-hero
Heres to you, sweet needles of success
Welcome, customers, whores, I still got my gun
Heres to you, you got to shoot not to sing
I still got some shots inside

Welcome, sweet needles of succes
Take me home, take me home
Oh, sweet needles of success
Here I go
Into the dry-ice fog


Gold/1990