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Three Chords
02:20
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I'm walking down this lonely avenue
the rain is freezing on the ground
don't know where this dark road is leading to
seems like it ends up in a loop
but my headphones are my shelter
I surely turn the knobs up full
life's like water off a duck's back to me
I still wake up with a smile
one two three chords
that's all I need to rise again
three chords can make my day
one song can save my soul
cars are passing by from time to time
but no one would give me a ride
and I forgot my coat once again
don't know where to lay my head tonight
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2. |
Boxing Day After Day
03:10
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I always hated violence never started a fight
but after all I found out I live a boxer's life
just a mediocre talent forced to struggle constantly
with my only opponents: life fate and destiny
fate is a fucking sick mind
that's something that you have to find out
better sooner than later that's a fact
but if your life has got you down
just put your feet back on the ground
and punch that fucker right into his face
let's get ready
float like a butterfly sting like a bee
let's get ready to rumble
but at this state of my carreer the recovery time
after each knockout is getting longer but infected with
alzheimer disease and dementia I forget about the pain
I will never throw in the towel but enter the ring again
life is a backstabbing bitch
without any sportsmanship
using deephits and punches below the belt
and if you are on the ropes
smile and don't give up hope
and collect your strength for the counter attack
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3. |
Absolution
02:56
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if god created the world he threw it away
as he saw that it was not good
now we're living in god's creation bin
as defective workmanship
if god created man in his own image
what does it tell about himself
do you really wanna pray to someone
to someone like us
believe what you want but do it on your own
and leave us alone - leave me alone
I don't need to be saved by a preacher
I don't need no pastor nor priest
don't need no absolution
your belief can be tolerated as long
as it affects no one else
no idea of god ever justifies war
faith never justifies hate
we all are one but we're all different
stop trying to make us all equal
all your evangelizing is just a sign
of your arrogance
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4. |
Sweet Lies
03:59
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can't stand the news every day is just the same
war hate and greed day by day by day
I don't wanna hear and I don't wanna see
please give me something to believe in
racism is banned and gone forever
sexism is banned and gone forever
homophobia is banned and gone forever
xenophobia is banned and gone forever
don't wanna face reality
tell me lies sweet sweet lies
tell me that everything is alright
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5. |
We Are Dead
04:49
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the waves that reach the shore will surely seep away in the sand
what one day was alive now sleeps in the ocean bed
the cries all go unheard and any compassion disbands
we keep the locusts out but the rivers now turn bloodred
now the wave comes crashing in and death rides on its back
with blood on our hands we fly the altruistic flag
the walls we built are strong and they're surely too high to climb
the doors are all locked twice and we threw away the key
we live and die in here while on the outside they only die
the first monkey can speak but yet we can't hear we can't see
we are dead we cannot be alive got no heart no brain no soul
we are dead no heart no brain no soul so obviously we are dead
our brain stopped working and our heart stopped beating
our eyes went blind and our soul stopped feeling
our tongue's still speaking but it won't stop lying
our hands stopped giving but they won't stop killing
we are dead – Europe's dead
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6. |
Stuck With Glue
02:04
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you're running round in circles round and round and round
everytime I try to catch you I end up out of bounds
I need to catch my breath I'm on the outside looking in
you're running around in circles you rotate and twist and spin
no matter how hard I try (lucky me) I can't move
my shoes are stuck with glue
run on your own - I can't join the race
you're running round in circles round and round and round
I'm on the outside looking in I'm caught out of bounds
as I watch you spinning round step by step I understand
there is no finish line you're trapped in a rat race
run on your own - don't wanna join the race
my shoes are stuck with glue but you're trying to rope me in
don't wanna join the race but you're trying to rope me in
leave me alone I don't want to get roped in
leave me alone leave me alone
run on your own - don't wanna join the race
leave me alone - no I don't wanna join the race
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7. |
Born To Die
01:10
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you don't have no tommorrow
not even a today
it doesn't matter where you're born
that's what I tell you all along
but equal opportunity
is not for you it's all for me
I'm born to win, you're born to lose
so hold your head and cry
your life's forgone you're not to choose
you were born to die
I've got the cure for your disease
but I better keep it just for me
you live and die so far away
it doesn't matter anyway
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Dolled Up Fatties
02:51
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please don't expect much from us
we are no philosophers
no we are not as smart as you are
and we've got a warped sense of humor
yeah everybody's shaking their heads
while we are laughing our heads off
while we are laughing tears
dolled up fatties
yeah tonight's gonna be the night
I believe I can touch the sky
dolled up fatties are alright (never die)
please don't take us seriously
we're nothing but clever dicks
we are a punkband and we're dimwits
our favourite hobby is talking shit
wet willies reverse willies
it's such a glorious mess
and I can't manage with less
reverse willies from the ass
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9. |
Liberty Spurns Freedom
02:41
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please don't expect much from us
we are no philosophers
no we are not as smart as you are
and we've got a warped sense of humor
yeah everybody's shaking their heads
while we are laughing our heads off
while we are laughing tears
dolled up fatties
yeah tonight's gonna be the night
I believe I can touch the sky
dolled up fatties are alright (never die)
please don't take us seriously
we're nothing but clever dicks
we are a punkband and we're dimwits
our favourite hobby is talking shit
wet willies reverse willies
it's such a glorious mess
and I can't manage with less
reverse willies from the ass
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10. |
Here We Are
03:36
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here we are right now
all my friends oho
tommorrow comes another day
make the best of today
monday tuesday wednesday thursday
can't wait for friday night to come
but on sunday facing monday
same shit as last week once again
monday tuesday wednesday thursday
working hours never seem to end
lazy sundays turn to mondays too soon
here we are but we won't stay
we move on on seperate ways
but pretty soon we'll meet again
and make the best of another day
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