The Attention Span Of A Butterfly

Standing in the garden
With a pistol in his hand
Looking at the landlord
While he jumps over the fence
How could it be
Shooting at a man?
Get rid of the body
A life sentence or will he go free?

Upstairs in the attic
With a rope around his neck
Climbing on a chair
He doesn't really care
Love is a gas
But life is a mess
When nothing is left
You just lose all interest

But with the attention span
Of a butterfly
Noone really knows
What's going on in his mind
Noone really knows
What's going on in his mind

Stranded in the jungle
With a beret on his head
Charly lost his glasses
He lost them in the sand
How will it be
If he meets the enemy
Guess he'll have to run
Cause there's not
A damn thing he can see

But with the attention span
Of a butterfly
No one really knows
What's going on in his mind
The sandstorm and the sun
Burning his eyes
He'll go blind but will never
Make up his mind
He'll go blind but will never
Make up his mind