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They put us to work
the anvil-brigade
the angels lost track when
we started to fade
believing is seeing you re seeming okay
Iv e seen every daylight
at the end of the rain

Now now now!

more than a fighting chance I ve got
seems like I m losing out a lot
maybe the sun still knows my name
I ll walk on my own to feet again
I m just a clean cut individual
this ain t no second class residual now now!

yeah, and from the bottom
I can feel you screaming
you turn your face to the rain
I see you smiling again
maybe there ll be no more pain
the day we all go insane .....

...they made us create they made us
run farther. they made us believe there
was no one to bother
it feels like I m old
it seems like I m colder
she came in a box I loved
and I sold her

More than a fighting chance I ve got
seems like i m losing out a lot
maybe the sun still knows my name
I ll walk on my own to feet again
I m just a clean cut individual
This ain t no second class residual now!
yeah, and from the bottom
I can feel you screaming!

I turn my
face to the rain and see you smiling again
maybe there ll be no more pain
the day we all go insane...

Mhmm hmmnn....

Don t worry about my politics
They are what they are
I work best when I get some rest
Right now I m in a bar
Overlooking the whole wide world
It s over the Pacific
I ve never written when I was drunk
This could be terrific!

And the seabird struggles in the wind
She topples, balances again

The...

I ve been hurt so many times
And been told so many lies
No one vares what s on my mind
At all
I feel lost while on my own
There s no place I call home
But I just still want to believe...

There was a hearing.
The rules were broken by one, followed by another.
The evidence was presented, an overwhelming list of infractions.

An overwhelming re-presentation
Of his maladjustment to the system
The hearing was about him, about his attitude, about his behavior.

Millionar

Ich wär so gerne Millionär,
Dann wär mein Konto niemals leer
Ich wär so gerne Millionär
Millionenschwer
Ich wär so gerne Millionär

(Geld-Geld-Geld-....)
Ich hab kein Geld hab keine Ahnung,
Doch ich hab’n großes Maul
Bin weder Doktor noch Professor

Hasso

HASSO HASSO HASSO
Mein Hund ist schwul, die dumme Sau
Er macht nicht Kläff, er macht nur Wau
Er isst und trinkt, er wäscht und schminkt
Sich nur aus Puderdöschen
Trägt rosa Spitzenhöschen
Er schmust und leckt und macht so Sachen
Die echt...