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Nichts
02:08
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Freitag Nacht, alte Bekannte
Alles muss, aber nichts kann
Ist schon spät
„Wie ist die Alte?“
„Was macht die Beförderung, Mann?
Nichts, Nichts, Ich mache nichts!
Hab keine Lust!
„Gar kein Plan?“
„Keine Ahnung?“
„Wie solls denn jetzt weitergehen?“
„Habt ihr Kinder?“
„Schon in Planung?“
„Wo hast du dein Auto denn stehen?“
Nichts, Nichts; Ich habe nichts!
Hab keine Lust!
Nein!
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2. |
Strike
02:10
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For the dark-haired, streets are hazardous
Vigilantes, racist cops
Wrong color, you better take care
Wrong clothing or beard, be aware!
Don‘t trust in your fate
Defend yourself
For so many, it‘s too late
Don‘t wait for help!
Nobody will care for,
Nobody will care for us!
We gotta strike hard, guys
We gotta strike fast!
Hit them before it‘s too late
́Cause a broken jaw, won‘t preach hate
And broken hands, won‘t break you
́Cause a baseball-bat is a lot to chew on
Don‘t trust in your fate
Defend yourself
For so many, it‘s too late
Don‘t wait for help!
Nobody will care for,
Nobody will care for us!
We gotta strike hard, guys
We gotta strike fast!
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3. |
Odour
01:50
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It always felt kinda wrong
To wake up in here
It feels like I don‘t belong
So many roomates to fear
They rebuilt the house
Some parts were forgotten
It continued to stink
́Cause the foundation is rotten
It bites and it hurts
And it‘s taking my breath
It‘s the odour of hatred
It‘s the odour of death!
The stench takes its place
In every food, every drink
It‘s not only the house
But my roomates, who stink
I wanna escape
Put shoes on my feet
Walk out and the stench
Already covers the street
It bites and it hurts
And it‘s taking my breath
It‘s the odour of hatred
It‘s the odour of death!
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4. |
Old
01:36
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I got an appetite for self-destruction
But I‘m gonna stay
I‘m deeply into this and that
But I‘m gonna stay
I‘m gonna die when I‘m old
You won‘t get rid of me
I‘m gonna die when I‘m old
I won‘t capitulate
I‘m gonna die when I‘m old!
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5. |
Desert
00:59
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Desert behind me
Desert ahead
Darkness that blinds me
Futile regrets
A burning desire
I‘m freezing to death
A walk on a wire
No looking back
Desert behind me
Desert ahead
Vendetta!
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Gemüse
01:31
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How do you do?
What do you need?
4 pounds, right?
Organic, indeed
2,95 each
Produced in Spain
I was born here
Yep, it rains
My smile‘s getting dry
Lips turn to stone
They crumble away
I wanna go home
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