1. |
Intro
01:50
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2. |
Live in fear
01:44
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You're living in your small world, behind a fence of steal
Your possession is your only joy, your big car your favorite toy
But no one grants you your luxury, the world is full of grudge
To protect your prosperity, you lock yourself in golden cages
In your house, in your room, in your town
YOU LIVE IN FEAR
In your house, in your room, in your town
YOU LIVE IN FEAR
Your residential quarter once was a proper place to live
But since these chaots take over the place, these times are far and gone
In your neighbourhood they squatted a house, you don't dare out of your door
And the worst thing of all is the estate prices fall
In your house, in your room, in your town
YOU LIVE IN FEAR
In your house, in your room, in your town
YOU LIVE IN FEAR
The last remained save place for you, is your secure home
But you're shure, they're watching you, they'll get you in the end
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3. |
This time is yours
02:40
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With your 14 years they say, you missed the best time
The good times are over, when the scene had its sublime
They're living still in 77, when therself were still alive
Today they're just like veterans, talking about better times
Don't let them tell you shit, Punk is no matter of age
Do what you want to do and follow your own rage
Just stick to your own rules, don't mind about their cliches
Every time is as good as you make it by yourself
This time is yours!
You're 35 years yet, but you don't feel fucking old
You're still full of idealism, you don't care about your folds
Don't believe them, when they say, your time is longest over
Live your life like you want to, the time is always yours
This time is yours!
Everybody talks about, how dreadful these times are
Everybody just resigns, help is so fucking far
It is all so horrible bad, what can we only do
Raise your fucking ass, combat what disturbs you
It is on your own, what this time is like
Fight for your own ideals, expose their fucking fake
Just use your brain, scrutinize their way of life
Live your life like you want to, the time is always yours
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4. |
Virus Warning!
03:41
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Hey - I'm laughing once again
It's zynism that enlives my limbs
I often gave myself the interrogation
Why the fuck I endure this nation
Mankinds fidget, people move convulsively
Without them the world wouldn't be that dizzy
Can't howl forever, crysteady
Sometimes I have to escape from my annoyance
Everybody's in racial madness
Everybody's in racial madness
Everybody's in racial madness
Stop - I'm just eating popcorn
Hey, what's up to Hollywood?
It's reality which is my soap
A virus called humanity
spreads and spreads in every city
people, pictures and emotions
the joy and fun will be worth while
A virus called humanity
works for my serenity
Away, I'm going to escape
Going to watch the virus culture
Flipant they call it education
To turn around whole state of mind
I like to watch them all mutate
And studying some other species
Titanic (satire-magazine) shows correctly
satire's important more then ever
Nobody gives a chance to feelings
Nobody gives a chance to feelings
Nobody gives a chance to feelings
Stop - just give me the Nachos yet
Hey, what's up to Hollywood?
It's reality which is my soap
A virus called humanity
spreads and spreads in every city
people, pictures and emotions
the joy and fun will be worth while
A virus called humanity
works for my serenity
Problems I don't care about
I wince too, but jerk different
I realise I'm human too
It destroys me, I am sure
There was allready therapy
but even Ebola broked down...
like resident evil...
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5. |
Anti-Scabies-Creme
02:38
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Yesterday I pasted my lips,
with Anti-Scabies-Creme.
Now we´re staying here
and singing against an unpoiltical scene!
A melancholy song with a try to wake up feelings,
so come on let´s dance with us against mutilations of emotion!
Yesterday I colored my eyes
with an eyeliner in black.
Now we´re staying here
and playing against malboro men!
Yesterday I drank with Freud,
whiskey and some beer.
Now we´re staying here
and posing against love-experience from TV!
"Boys blue and girls pink!"
"And you are, what you buy!"
Try to never lose emotions!
Try to resist that all, as good…
…as you can!
A melancholy song with a try to wake up feelings,
so come on let´s dance with us against mutilations of emotion!
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6. |
Another try
02:04
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The try to free foreign countries
with weapons in their hand
is like to try to force a boy
to be an independent man.
And now you`re still wondering
why they call you occupation force.
Your appeasement will end again
like Black Hawk in Somalia.
Another try, another failure!
You try to forbit drugs
and criminalizing addicts,
instead of that we can watching TV.
Everybody has the right of intoxication.
So, every junkie isn't such high
like every zombie on his shopping line.
Another try, another failure!
With lies and repressions you can't bring protest down.
Another try, another failure!
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7. |
Your religion
02:58
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Get on your knees and regret your sins
A last pray to God and the war begins
A crusade under holy control
In the name of Jesus you kill your foes
On behalf of God, you become a murderer
But the responsibility is on your...self
With your eyes to heaven you starve to death
Your God didn't hear your entreaty
The priest told you to trust in the lord
You daily hear the sound of his words
Stealing is sin, trust in God's help
You see the lie, but now it's to...late
Jesus died for your sins, they always told to you
You are caught in your religion, you want to save your soul
In Christianity there's no objection, fight the holy war
Sit down and pray to your whore
Church preach water and drinks the best wine
Prevention is sin, hungry childrens die
With every dictator you solidarized
Telling the people to submit in their lot
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8. |
Hands off of our clubs
03:08
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A further squat vacation, a further club shut down
no more places to hangout, a scene without a room
With their eviction politics, they try to keep us down
no more place for counter culture in this dirty town
Can't bring us down
We will always be a part of this town
We are back on street again to fetch back our clubs
There are enough houses free, free for us
If you close a club, the next one will arise
as long as we live, we keep the scene alive
We don't need your money, we are creative enough
to shit on your repressions and celebrate our way of lives
Can't bring us down
We will always be a part of this town
We are back on street again to fetch back our clubs
There are enough houses free, free for us
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9. |
Bullet
04:09
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It was a damn cold night
No one to hold you tight
You are all alone with your own hopeless fight.
The moment she did leave you
Is burned inside your head
now you're all alone
and remember what she said.
A deep pain inside
She really hurt your pride
No more longer is your place by her side.
You think about good times
Remembering her lies
You still love her above all
Waiting for the the fall
You sitting in your room
Your feelings are your doom
In your heart and in your soul emptiness takes control
The music you else like
getting on your nerves
sometimes you think
you get what what you deserve
No more dreams, you can't believe it's true
The world cracked down brutal over you
With tears in your eyes, remembering what she said
It's feeling like a bullet in your head
For your friends you always play
the cool held over guy
But no one can suspect the pain you feel inside
Woman jokes for fun
but your heart is on the run
Your life is just facade
full of agony and hate
Hate!
No choice!
Never see her face, never hear her voice
You feel so fucking empty without your loved girl by your side
You drown your grief in alcohol
and throw away your life
No more dreams, you can't believe it's true
The world cracked down brutal over you
With tears in your eyes, remembering what she said
It's feeling like a bullet in your head
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The German way of live
02:45
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Now it starts again, all begin to cry!
Now it starts again, violence is distributed.
Outside on the streets, outside there´s war.
Yuppies against Turks, only one will be victorious.
Now they start again, all begin to tremble.
Now they start again, power's still alive!
Up here in office, here I´m feeling good.
I'm not feeling, I'm just thinking, at home I got good food.
Thats's the german way of life
Just consume, don't think about
Every day from nine to five
Life is great, no need to shout
Again, such a shock, all begin to tremble.
Again, such a shock, and thunderstorm everywhere!
South, North and East, people are feeling badly
But I'm living in Westworld, I am thanking God.
Suddenly there's silence, nobody makes a noise.
suddenly there's silence, you know about the push.
These times the world is bad, but we just feeling good.
Why I should change something, except the flood of asylants!
Thats's the german way of life
Just consume, don't think about
Every day from nine to five
Life is great, no need to shout
My problem are the strangers here
Threaten all my intacct world
Selfjustice is the only way
We can live in peace again
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11. |
Just one step
02:23
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When you think about your life, you loose yourself in misery
A real painful finding shoots inside your brain
When you look into the past, you start to hate what you see
You're the looser in this capitalistic game
You know by yourself, you're not created for this world
Its the price for their wealth you have to pay
You don't want to be like them, you don't like their way of life
Don't want to go over corpses just for cash
It is just one step to death
Dar you and blow away your head
Your parents told you, long time ago
That you would never have sucess in your life
Everybody who takes a look, on you miserable subject
Knows you are the residue of society
I can't hear it anymore, your pitiable complain
When you're unhappy with your life, then fight for change
You are not worse than others, don't believe in this
You are strong enough to take yourself out of that shit
It is just one step to death
Dar you and blow away your head
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12. |
What they say
02:02
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Your parents tell you what to do, go to school don't be a fool
Later then you go to work, be sensible don't be a jerk
We only want the best for you
Believe us son, we tell the truth
What they say!
All the people talk to you
Telling you what's good for you
It's not decisive to be lucky
It is money you should care about
What they say!
Their own advantage is the reason they don't tell you the truth
So don't believe their lies and what they say . . . to you!
Respect existing circumstances
Do you think you're better at all?
What's good for us is good for you
We love you, so believe in what we say
What they say!
Their own advantage is the reason they don't tell you the truth
So don't believe their lies and what they say . . . to you!
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13. |
Just another riot song
02:39
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This is just another Riot Song, like all the others too
Like all the bands have one, except for just a few
We didn't want to be different there, want to show that we care
It's just another Riot Song, like you want it to hear.
We are not really streetfighters, but they aren't too
They're also not the Black Block, praying resistance to you
It's so easy to sing about, but can we stand the truth?
We also love Riot Songs, we are just like you.
It belongs to a good band, to sing about revolt, so we do
So all you die hards out there, here is our gift to you
RIOT!!!
It's riot in your school, it's riot in your town,
It's riot in your city, it's riot all around.
It's riot in your school, it's riot in your town,
It's riot in your city, it's riot all around.
It belongs to a good band, to sing about revolt, so we do
So all you die hards out there, here is our gift to you
RIOT! RIOT! RIOT!
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14. |
Outro
02:57
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Versus Cologne, Germany
2003-2012
Punk Rock aus Cologne/Gießen
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