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Der Untergang
05:03
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Ja in der Stadt, da ist was los
Die Leute benehmen sich kurios
Irgendwas läuft hier verkehrt
Heut' morgen war's noch ganz normal
Ganz alltäglich und legal
Doch das zählt jetzt auch nicht mehr
Denn der Wahnsinn hat Methode
Totale Barbarei
Das ist die neue Mode
Auch ihr seid bald dabei
Totales Durcheinander
Totale Konfusion
Alles wird bald anders
Das Chaos wartet schon
Politiker und Pädagogen
Verkaufen Schnaps und harte Drogen
Wo bleibt denn da die Moral?
Aufgebrachte Rentnermassen
Ziehen plündernd durch die Strassen
Das ist doch nicht mehr normal
Also liebe Leute
Stellt euch darauf ein
Des Wahnsinns fette Beute
Werdet ihr bald sein
Totales Durcheinander
Totale Konfusion
Alles wird bald anders
Das Chaos wartet schon
Die ganze Stadt ist auf den Beinen
Männer fangen an zu weinen
Das ist der Untergang
Unbezahlte Praktikanten
Lynchen Straßenmusikanten
Das ist der Untergang
Konsumverseuchte Vorschulblagen
Haben in der Stadt das Sagen
Es dauert nicht mehr lang
Engbehoste Indierocker
Tragen plötzlich Knickerbocker
Das ist der Untergang...
Also liebe Leute
Stellt euch darauf ein
Des Wahnsinns fette Beute
Werdet ihr bald sein
Totales Durcheinander
Totale Konfusion
Alles wird bald anders
Das Chaos wartet schon
Denn der Wahnsinn hat Methode
Totale Barbarei
Das ist die neue Mode
Auch ihr seid bald dabei
Totales Durcheinander
Totale Konfusion
Alles wird bald anders
Das Chaos wartet schon
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2. |
Stupid Song
03:56
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I'd like to sing a stupid song
We just hope it's not too long
No, it's just a simple one
This way we can't get along
But I am handsome I am strong
Well you maybe could be wrong
You can't hide and you can't run
We thought music would be fun
My legs are limp, my arms are weak
You are such a lousy freak
I cannot sing, I cannot speak
You tell the same shit every week
My lung is black, my heart is blue
You should quit that smoking too
I'm doing things I shouldn't do
Simply you are just a fool
He can't sing, he can't jive
He won't come out here alive
But he's got somethin' special, right?
(Shalala-lala)
So if you wanna do it right
Forget the rest and shout out loud
This is your voice so don't you cry
(Shalala-lala)
I don't know if you like my voice
Seems like we don't have a choice
You better keep on playing boys
We don't wanna be unemployed
Oh, I'm so cool I am so hot
Some may think that you are not
I'm playing like a mighty god
Maybe we shold better STOP!
I'm always feeling like a king
We just feel that you can't sing
I got the blues, I got the swing
Seems like you got everything
I got the style, I got the flow
Maybe now it's time to show
I'm so hot I start to glow
Please don`t mind if we just go
He can't sing, he can't jive
He won't come out here alive
But he's got something special right
(Shalala-lala)
So if you wanna do it right
Forget the rest and shout out loud
This is your voice so don't you cry
(Shalala-lalalaaaaaaaaa...)
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3. |
Taksi Taksi
04:01
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Taksi Taksi Taksi
Can't you carry me?
This is Mr. Aksi
Calling from Berlin
I'm so sad and lonely
Where's my remedy
Way up in the mountain
Where I want to be
Taksi Taksi Taksi
No need to hurry
All this stupid problems
Thrown into the sea
Keep the motor singin'
Songs of Unitiy
This is my confession
This is my believe...
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4. |
Budzillustan
04:12
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I got a secret, I got a secret
I should never talk about the thing before I die
About a distant isle, so many distant miles
So many people which have thought to know the line
It isn’t easy to find this tiny port
It’s either south or west, east or further north
In Budzillustan, in Budzillustan
You got to listen, You got to listen
My end is near and it was about time
For you to finally fulfill your destiny
The one that all of us wanted to receive
Do not believe in scientific explanation
No need for highly unuseful education
In Budzillustan, in Budzillustan
Come follow me in darkness you will see – Budzillustan
(this is where I want to be)
The magic key, the swing of your belly – Budzillustan
We're coming closer now, we're coming closer now
Sit down to pee, cause that's the only order
And if you do believe, and if you do believe
The walls of common convention are the border
You gotta rise up high to step behind
It is the only way and what you’ll find
Is Budzillustan, is Budzillustan
Come follow me in darkness you will see – Budzillustan
The magic key, the swing of your belly – Budzillustan
Come follow me in darkness you will see – Budzillustan
The magic key, the swing of your belly – Budzillustan
This is the place where I want to be – Budzillustan
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5. |
Munka Munka
05:53
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Nincsen munka, munka, munka van
Csak a zene, zene, zene szeretem
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6. |
Tabak
01:23
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7. |
Last Night
04:29
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Last night I was eaten by a boar
Trapped inside - in the guts of the beast
As I cried, I began to decompose
The only light on the other end to see
Will I ever ever ever ever get out?
Or do I stay alone until eternity?
Am I dreamin' at my cosy little campfire
Or is this...the reality?
Last night I went down to the fishes
Deep inside in a dark and shivery lake
In their eyes laid the anwers of my questions
Fish don't lie but I couldn't understand
Will I ever ever ever ever get out
Or do I stay alone until eternity?
Am I dreamin' at my cosy little campfire
Or is this... the reality?
Last night I got stuck in the metro
Underneath a city I have never been
I followed signs but the stairs only went deeper
I don't know why is this happening to me?
Will I ever ever ever ever get out
Or do I stay alone until eternity?
Am I dreamin' at my cosy little campfire
Or is this... The reality?
Last night the whole world was on fire
Overwhelmed by an alien attack
Mankind died in a glance of a second
Oh how we danced... on the aftershow party
If you ever ever ever want to get out
Find the truth underneath your dancing feet
If you ever ever ever want to get out
Good and bad are just the seeds of the same tree
If you ever ever ever want to get out
Find the truth underneath your dancing feet
If you ever ever ever want to get out
Sometimes dreams are the only way to see
The reality
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8. |
It's up to you
01:52
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9. |
One by One
03:42
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The organist is dead, the organist is dead
We found him in the kitchen with a bass string 'round his neck
All the girls are crying, the bassman's on the run
But then he passed away, but then he passed away
A drumstick in his backbone, his face is kind of gray
The cops they want the drummer but he has escaped
The organ had a string around his neck
A drumstick stuckin' in the bassman's back
Slayer unidentified, no one knows where he may hide
Who will be the next to die?
The drummer has been killed, the drummer has been killed
Hit by a bongo, confused by unknown pills
percussion under suspect, but nowhere to be found
The bongo player is dead, the bongo player is dead
if he wasn't guilty, who could be instead
everybody's clueless, every suspect died
The organ had a string around his neck
A drumstick stuckin' in the bassman's back
Bloody was the drummers head, the bongo's wife is very sad
Who will be the next to cry?
The commodore is dead, the commodore is dead,
Oh some mysterious fever made his mind go mad
All this wacky music, all these stupid songs
Now the case is clear, now the case is clear
Just listen to the music if you want to live in fear
So never trust musicians cause they are all insane
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10. |
Maik
03:34
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Mein Name ist Maik
Maik geschrieben mit a-i
Das ist bei uns so üblich draußen
In der Vorstadtprärie
Ich fahr mit meinem tiefgelegten Golfklasse-Wagen
Immer wieder durch mein Quarree bis spät in die Nacht
Das Laternenlicht wird reflektiert von Felgen aus Alu
Doch leider niemand da, der's sieht
Nur ich alleine bin noch wach
Hier spielten wir als Kinder vor gefühlten hundert Jahr'n
Und hier tranken wir später billig Bier
Doch dann sind Sven und Ronny gegen einen Baum gefahr'n
Und Cindy wollte weg zum Studieren
Jetzt pendeln ein paar Omas zwischen Lidl und zuhause
Steppenläufer roll'n an ihnen vorbei
Hier ist schon seit Monaten kein Mädchen langgelaufen
Ich glaub' ich sauf mir einen an
Und dann gibt's Schlägerei
Letztes Jahr im Sommer dacht' ich kurz, ich komm hier raus
Am Autoscooter hing ein Stück Papier
Gesucht wurde ein junger Mann
Zum Mitreisen und Scooter fahr'n
Ich dachte mir was hab' ich zu verlier'n
Ich sah mich schon auf grosser Fahrt voll Abenteuer
Ferne Städte, Frauen und viel Bier
Doch als ich endlich soweit war
Hier abzuhauen, wegzufahr'n
Da war der Autoscooter nicht mehr hier
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11. |
Bier
00:25
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12. |
Devil's Polka
04:10
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There's someone, there's someone
There's someone you should know
Your grandma she may tell you
He lives down deep below
Beware of digging tunnels of geologic kind
There are many choices, you may seek and find
This someone, this someone
This someone likes to swim
No water, no water, no water he is in
you drink a lot of whiskey you drink a lot of wine
don't you know the devil, the devil is inside
He might be in your wallet with plastic covered cards
The butcher he will sell him to all his customers
And if you're really searching for peaceful harmony
The thing is he will find you and cheat you endlessly...
The strummin', the strummin', the strummin’ of our hands
For sure now, for sure now is not from heaven sent
Keep thinkin' if you stay now or leave for evermore
Depending what you’re really really looking for
The devil, the devil, the devil's in your feet
He's dancing, he's dancing, he's dancing to this beat
A little bit of polka, a little bit of swing
A little bit, a little bit of everything
And if you keep on stompin, the thing is what you'll find
A very special feeling of unordinary kind
And if you let him comin' and take you by the hand
He will be forever your very special friend...
The devil, the devil, the devil is in you
The devil, the devil, the devil is in me
No matter what you’re doing, he’s always in between
This is the devil polka in red and hot routine
The devil, the devil, the devil is in you
The devil, the devil, the devil is in me
No matter what you're doing, he's always in between
This is the devil polka in red and hot routine
The devil, the devil the devil is in me
The devil, the devil the devil is in you
The devil, the devil the devil he or she
The devil, the devil, infernal guarantee
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13. |
Berlin Waltz
04:52
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