My wallet’s always empty But I spend my money wise I earn it just for selling my days To a company’s device Every Saturday in the record store I am visiting my friends They make my life worth living And I must make amends It’s Deaf! deaf or glory Ace of hearts and Rock’n’roll Deaf! Deaf or glory Ace of clubs and Rock’n’roll Deaf! Deaf or glory Diamonds ace and Rock’n’roll Deaf! Deaf or glory Ace of spades and Rock’n’roll I recently got hijacked As I drove inside my car From the radio strange music played Pushed my mind a little far I suddenly thought of quitting smoking And say goodbye to booze Be happy every day at work Grow up and forget youth Just a dead among the living in this compliant town
I am a walking, I am a talking, I am a credit card Cosmopolitan shopping queen Free the doves, cause I ‘m in love I ‘m in love with myself With myself - with my This is a love song, it‘s a requiem, 'cause we are on On demand in an on-demand-world All we want, we want it now, 'cause we are on On demand On demand in an on-demand-world I do not learn, I do not earn, I do not have my own money Big mouth buyers king Raise the limit, ‘cause I am in it Are you in it or are you in me Are you in me - are you in? Remember the coyote who tried to catch the bird From big red airborne rockets to oily greasy dirt He bought so many fancy things from Acmes superstore Delivered on demand and exploded in a horror
It is the same old story Which happened long ago When a man sailed the Weser On a schooner full of coal He got stuck in the river On a bank of spoiled sand And to the lord with bended knee A prayer he did send He said lord please free me For the money I do need Cause in Minden my wife waits for me And a child with aching teeth Another one did hear him The devil in disguise Allow me to introduce myself I am the Lord of the flies The devil and the sailor A bargain must be made Crossroads Deal on a waterway Now it is to late So row - Hell is turning cold The devil wants your soul The Devil told hell`s fire Is slightly running low And all damned souls would leave this place If hell is turning cold The man said in fear Got no money, got no gold Neither your treasures nor your soul I want I just demand your coal The man now sails the river Styx On his schooner full of coal And all around the fiery hell New immortal but damned souls
There‘s a day two worlds collide and there‘s no place, you can hide Like looking through a kaleidoscope a twisted view you cannot cope with The Living gonna celebrate the Dead All the gone ones they once have had El dia de los Muertos El dia de los Muertos Away we go, we float and fly Everyone lives then dies El dia de los Muertos The afterworld in days last glance on crowded streets, Calaveras dance In a vanishing reality they are you and you are me but On the river waits the ferryman Demands two dimes, put a Nickel in his can There‘s a party on the river If you‘re afraid shake and shiver
Riding 16 hours from the mountains to the sea Riding 16 hours from south to north of Germany My back it hurts, my mind grows dim and then there on the road Stood a girl and I said: „Baby! Do you wanna be my load?“ I’ve heard it on the radio, I’ve seen it on TV Luck sometimes like lightning strikes and now the turn’s on me It’s on me and I won’t let it go, no matter what they say They will tattle anyhow for me it is okay It’s okay Rebuffed by somebody is nothing that is new Rebuffed by somebody, somebody else but not by you You grabbed the handle, climbed on in And then with a sweet voice You said: „Baby, maybe today you are my choice“ I’ve ran out of luck, like running out of fuel A highway captain on a dead end street ran out of cool Now every time on my right side there you are to see And no empty seat like it always used to be
Every morning in the first glimpse of the day We’re together on the Deck Men with Pipes and with nothing much to say We don ‘t know if we‘ll be back We are married to the sea Where the Mermaids gonna be Oh our wives know our true love We are married to the sea When the fishing net runs over the ground We don’t care about the catch Tomorrow we’re in for another round Vicious circle with a latch On our Ship on stormy waters We are tossed up and down Bathed by a salty burst of water No one knows if we drown, will we drown?
Somewhere on the beaten path between Cork and Skibbereen We stopped into a humble pub to drink and watch the scene The barman filled a dirty glass with muddy lukewarm ale But after hours on the road it was my holy grail We talked and drank a little while, before I looked around A band was playing on the stage with tasty Irish sound Behind the bar I saw a sign as far as I could see It said I.I.t.y.w.y.b.m.a.d And I asked the barman: "what does it say? “ „Would you please tell me?" but he said "Nay!" While he was washing the dishes in the sink He said: "If I tell you, would you buy me a drink?" It went on to be a night we won’t ever forget, The sun was shining pretty bright, the time we went to bed While having breakfast 3pm the barman looked at me And said: „I.I.t.y.w.y.b.m.a.d.“
Imagine there’re four people Alone inside a room There’s music and there’s alcohol And a variety of shrooms Tomorrow is a workday And we lock up the door What happens on the inside Remains a mystery forevermore Schrödinger’s Party Do they celebrate? If the Quantum’s are naughty They won’t hesitate Schrödinger’s Party A celebration paradox. A socialized duality Until we open the box More and more, a shitload more Plus the will to self-destruct And a wider sense of drug abuse And of don’t-give-a-fuck Will force them into Party But on the other hand A sense of German order Puts all party to an end Schrödinger’s Party Let the show begin Will they end up playing uno Or in a pool of sin? Feel, fuck, fall and standing up Stand up just to choose Between Jim or Jack and Cola And nothing-left-to-lose This binary query is super scary So what do we know and ask Between two extremes is a mist Does God exist? Schrödinger’s Party There's smoke under the door Either they have burned themselves Or they steam cleaned the floor.
I gain consciousness under a hot and steaming sun Last thing I remember, last night I had too much fun So I get on my feet to make my way across the desert I am heading east, at least I hope so I am walking down a death row The only way I know I am walking down a death row My confidence is low A hundred angry Beasts are roaring through my head Pain and sand keep telling me, it was enough that I had So I get on my feet to make my way across the desert I am heading east, at least I hope so Birds wanna eat my eyes, wanna eat my lips Wanna eat my lungs, wanna eat me
How do you do? Are you still what you love? What do you think? Or have you thought long enough? Prohibited, that`s the way it is Can you make sense out of this Deciding how you want to live Deciding what’s your personal bliss A self-determined girl or boy Not a governmental toy Permission for your life to live Is nothing that someone will give Fireworks on the fourth of July Independence day of hearts my oh my Exploding in the sky so high A colorful sweet lullaby Like taking off my clothes in your room Exploding in the sky so high A colorful sweet lullaby Like taking off my clothes in your room Fireworks on the fourth of July So the moral of the story book Peter Pan kills Captain Hook But the pirates they`re still here to fight And another captain is in sight To determine you as a lost boy Not as a governmental toy Is a choice for you to make Choice is yours, it’s not too late And Everyone here will see What the imperative of Kant may mean Like taking off my clothes in your room
Where have all the Goths gone? We were the troubled kids in the corner of every schoolyard Behind cigarettes and black shirts at the dead end of any educational chart This was your competition no aphorism we refused the daily routine Today it is different, my only real friend and the schoolyards are spotless and clean Where have all the Goths gone? And where are all the Punks? Where are you subculture? Submerged by German angst? You’ re not your Job, your household, your pet, you’ re just a drop of rain and soon you’ll be dead We were the metal heads with the long streaky unwashed hair With a burning ambition of love and hate for a slacky grunge millionaire Labeled as life`s losers and drug abusers by those who fitted in In a world without believer’s god will leave us, no longer need to commit a sin Capitalism is still a threat Oh I wish punk wasn`t dead Some are misguided Some are delighted Many are frightened That`s what you are You’ re not your Job, your household, your pet, you’ re just a drop of rain and ran over the cat
Roaring engines, like rockets from the sky An Astronaut approaching Earth Stratosphere, just one try Burning rubber, a smell from outer space Aiming for the Asphalt We’re ready for the chase Young Men in old cars came a long way down from Mars They are more like a railroad train, breaking key, lock, door and chain Young Men in old cars ready for a smooth ride down town And if you can`t see the boys, you can hear that they`re around There is no need to turn rust back into gold It`s an appreciation of gracefully growing old Foot down on the pedal, hands upon the wheel, Engine’s moaning sweetly, the tires make a squeal Young Men in old cars drawn into wheel cultural wars They don`t care about the plastic rides, not even the Dude abides Young Men in old cars cruising loosely overland From the 8-Track Stereo sounds the tune of this void band There is no need to change old against new Are you like the many or are you like the few?
It was the Nineties, outgoing 20th Century We were young and we were free And today we sometimes wear a tie With hearts still young, it’s an Alibi We were Alive! What is your excuse? Wild at heart! Nothing to lose! It was Millennium, our future bright, golden and clear We were drunk and end was near And today, we haven’t changed a bit With hearts still young we don’t give a shit
War is over, who has won Who’s alive, where are the guns Crippled men on empty streets They are fighting for their own needs Let them bleed Hanging in and passing through All this madness just for you Tanks go by in early hours They believe they have the power It tastes sour When the black gives way to blue Clouds roam on, where are you Should all this have been done in vain Should the heart domineer the brain Holy men in dirty rags Smile and place their evil bets If you lose or if you win Are you good or have you sinned You have sinned Maybe this song’s a metaphor And you ask yourself what for If you can’t tell, go fuck yourself You’re the reason for this man-made hell Hope you are well When the blue gives way to black All of it is coming back History repeats again War is over but remains