the battle of los angelsea

[Verse 1] I would give anything to be that cigarette Doused in aviation fuel – I prayed that you'd forget that Your bones are made of bone, your skin is merely flesh I would give anything to be that cigarette, Michael [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] You are an island upon which nothing blooms No vegetation, no fruit of the womb No apex predators, no rain, no light, no sky You are an island upon which nothing thrives [Chorus] Way above the streets and houses Freiburg awaits you Way above the streets and houses Freiburg awaits you Way above the streets and houses Freiburg awaits you Way above the streets and housеs Freiburg awaits you [Post-Chorus] I would give anything to be that cigarеtte, Michael I would give anything to be that cigarette, Michael I would give anything to be that cigarette, Michael I would give anything to be that cigarette