Leaving It Up to You - Live, Grugahalle Essen 14.10.19

The song's about Sharon Tate
It's called Leaving It Up To You
One, two, one, two, three

Looking for a friend, looking everywhere
Got up, took a walk along the boulevard, the boulevard of friends
All those mild-mannered friends I've got
They're careless and they fall down
They fall down all over town, all over the place
It's embarrassing
I don't want them talking to me

Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you
Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you

All those buildings are breaking down
Like the whispering in your heart
And it's sordid how life goes on
When I could be tearing you
I give a little more, give me half a chance
I'd do it now, right now, you fascist

We could all feel safe like Sharon Tate
We could give it all up, we could give it all
We could give it all, we could give it all
Newspapers, newspapers
Watching me giving it to you
The radio, what about the radios?
They'd be listening to me giving it to you

Damn right mama, damn right mama
I hear hissing in the distance
As the tanks come crawling over the hill
They're crawling over the hill
Like rattlesnakes in the desert sun

They're blistering up my spell
And breaking it up
What else is there, what the hell else have I got?
What the hell else have I got but that spell?

Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you
Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you
Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you
Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you
Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you
Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you

I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
I've got to give it up, I've got
Up, up, up, up, give it up