Songtext

20 Inches

Twenty inches in front of me
twenty inches and I still can´t see
like a thousand drunk ants
doing their crazy dance
Black on white, that´s for sure
a magical mystery tour
five in a row, six or seven
Maybe there are even eleven
Hand it over, give it here, the only thing that´ll make it clear
Hand it over, give it here, without that thing it won´t go on my dear
Now it all comes into view
I can read it to you
sorted letters on a paper, a mass
I can see it through this polished glass
Hand it over, give it here, the only thing that´ll make it clear
Hand it over, give it here, without that thing it won´t go on my dear