Sascha von Bornheim

Sickly boy
Never had a choice
Homeless man
Never had a chance

Metro stop
Summer begging job
Prison cell
Winter´s tiny hell

His schizophrenia
Is clear for all to see
But there is no hope in
Maximum Security

He´s the Pigeon Man
Rotting away in the can
The Pigeon Man
No family and no friends
The Pigeon Man

Trades his pills
For illicit thrills
Smokes toe nails
Murdering brain cells

Asks for tea
Always reeks of pee
Pants stained brown
Always plays the clown

His future´s lost in time
He doesn´t want to see
He dopes away his mind in
Maximum Security


He´s the Pigeon Man
Rotting away in the can
The Pigeon Man
No family and no friends
The Pigeon Man

(Solo)

Life is hell, in his tiny cell
Locked away, evermore to saty


He´s the Pigeon Man
Rotting away in the can
The Pigeon Man
No family and no friends
The Pigeon Man

The Pigeon Man