Hold My Breath

I can hear black violins from bombed out Berlin
 But you have locked me in with your pop-star grin.
 Deep under my skin I'm being born again
 And even though you trapped me in your private loony bin.
 Still I can hold my breath for longer than you think
 Oh, I can hold my breath for longer than you think
 You've taught me to blend in wearing your fake cobra skin;
 It fits so tight I can't breathe in but you make me hang in.
 Oh, every time and time again, you aim to stop my fire with paraffin.
 And while I play the mandolin you're dancing with Rumpelstiltskin;
 Oh, I can hold my breath for longer than you think
 Oh, I can hold my breath for longer than you think
 Oh, I can hold my breath for longer than you think
 Oh, I can hold my breath for longer than you think
 Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
 Oh, I can hold my breath, Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
 Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
 I can hear black violins from bombed out Berlin
 But you have locked me in with your pop-star grin.