When I was a girl I had no time for fun
My spacecraft all smashed, still trying to run
Her drunken rage. In descent she explodes
Just waiting for her to explode

So rot in your Zurich cafe
Your rotten Zurich cafe
If I cannot control you with my demands
Then I leave you debased as I relinquish you

Her violence came regardless of what I tried
Regardless of what I did, she's lose control anyway
It was easier to fuck it up just as soon as I could
Then hide in the store room, keep quiet in my escape pod
I'm waiting for her to explode

So rot in your Zurick cafe
Your rotten little Zurich Hauptbahnhof cafe
If I can't have you then I'll destroy everything we have
Cover those bruises wipe up that lip
Isn't that the way it is done?

We create our personal version of righteousness
Peering from behind your apron. It worked out ok
Wonderful wonderful example, I'd say.
So rot in your Zurick cafe.
Raise a glass to who I've become.
Your rotten Zurich cafe.
Three cheers for fears, three cheers for today
Your dirty trainstation cafe
May the satellites fall and crush us tonight
Your rotten Zurich cafe