| Electric line, racing time |
| Fire down the wall |
| Spinning around, the killing ground |
| It makes you look so small |
| Henna years, the stinging tears |
| Flesh on the railway track |
| The screaming queen on the TV screen |
| Is never coming back |
| Suffer no more |
| Step inside and listen |
| Listen to my pillbox tales |
| Your special days, your winning ways |
| You’re living out the past |
| You’re lying lies and tying ties |
| And running much too fast |
| But you feel so sick |
| If you run too quick and wishing every day |
| Wishing you were all along |
| Wishing you were years away |
| Suffer no more |
| Step inside and listen |
| Listen to my pillbox tales |
| Listen to my |
| Listen to my pillbox tales |
| Electric line, racing time |
| Fire down the wall |
| Spinning around, this killing ground |
| It makes you look so small |
| The henna years, the stinging tears |
| Flesh on the railway track |
| Jamming queen on the TV screen |
| Is never coming back |
| Suffer no more |
| Step inside and listen |
| Listen to my pillbox tales |
| Step inside and listen to my |
| Step inside and listen to my |
| Step inside and listen to my pillbox tales |