Hey, did I ever tell 'bout cute tick called Pete He lived his life quite well, Though he was a complete freak You should believe me, he’s the kind of tick you wanna meet Led a lone life in peace – oh yeah He was quite tough…tick Pete Oh sweet little Pete That’s your life…
Little Pete once was in a nasty mood And so he asked himself: “What is the reason that I don't feel good?” He had a feeling that was rather strange And so Pete knew that all he needs was just a blood group change Once someone told him of a place somewhere, So he left home although he knew that it would be hard to get there You see his planning was quite terrific, That’s why I told you our Pete was such a cool, tough tick
Walking away… Walking away my friend…
Life – what does it mean to you? However you get through, Each has another real essence of … Life – who can make sense of it? Some may think life’s just shit Some think that blood is the (es)sense of life!
Travelling from host to host - always alone. No matter the time it costs – so far from home.
When he got there, it was like paradise. A new sensation – you should have seen his eyes. And Pete was quite pleased – Blood in variety. So he did not even see The impending tragedy How should he know – just a Stranger after all – but blood in Soho may contain alcohol.
Most of his time Tete was in a sort of – let’s say – delirium He lost from time to time his style and equilibirium You might conclude: in a city – what a pity – but he will lose the day But drugs create indifference, So Pete doesn’t care, anyway!
They fade away – the pheromones of bygone days. What’s left to say…ha, different priorities!