Ich lese im Buch der Erinnerung. ich hr mich lachen. mein Leben war ein Mrchen. erzhlt von einem Narren. ich wute nicht immer,was ich will. doch ich wute,wie ichs kriege.
ber den Wolken fhl ich mich zu Haus. ich suche mir hier oben die schnsten Pltze aus. ich wei es ist gemein. doch die Welt ist viel zu klein. also lat euch bombardiern, bombardiern.
Eines schnes Abends wird dem Bruno klar,. da er anders als die andern Kinder war. Er griff sich in die Hose und wunderte sich sehr. Er hrte in der Schule, da unter wr noch mehr.
Wir saufen mit links. und herrschen mit der rechten. Wir sind die Herrscher Frankfurts,. die Knige der Nacht,. wir sind die Macht. also spielt unsere Hymnen.
Wir saufen mit links. und herrschen mit der rechten. Wir sind die Herrscher Frankfurts,. die Knige der Nacht,. wir sind die Macht. also spielt unsere Hymnen.
Dein Gesaess ist ein Magnetfeld. Ja, ich bete Dich an. Ich lade Dich ein mich zu benutzen. Ich geb Dir alles was ich kann. Fuehre mich in Versuchung. Gib Dich mir hin.
Onkelz - berstimuliert. . Es geht uns gut, was wollen wir mehr?. Unsre Buche sind voll, die Kpfe sind leer. Normen und Regeln - so muss es sein. Perfekt arrangiert - wie in einem Schrein.
To you a beast you think you comprehend. Not necessarily made all evil. In the reflective pool of your eyes. I see fear and intrigue co-mingle. . You hesitate to deem me all bad.
Come on and be a part of me. Come on and feel if it could be. Brokenhearted. Come on I don't need her to know. When we started. Come on and try and let me go.
That cold sunny afternoon. I let you in on a secret. It was the very last secret left in camden town. I could see the sky through the windows. From the street where the fire took the roofs out.
"Come on boys, let's hit the road!". We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday. That's where we played our second show. Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed the songs that the band didn't know.
There was a time when I would lie and say I needed you. 'Cause I didn't have nowhere else to go. Yeah, you go your way, I'll go mine. We'll get together, have ourselves a good time.
The sun don't burn fast enough for me. In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean. Long and lonesome road, I've traveled to be free. And I carry no one and no one carries me.
PUNK IS FUCKING DEAD!. and its been killed by spiky haired kids that are being filled. with the idea that the world is beautiful and free. but they've been raised by ideologies.
Place your justice in my palm and then I'll make fist. Punch your grimaced face until every last knuckle breaks. And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting.
Enemies of the Khanate strung on hooks like pigs to slaughter.. Heads will roll.. Heads will roll, throats will be slit and blood will flow like springs of water..
Thus now he knelt before the ruins,. Cold of sweat, heat of flame. To vow the severed heads. Of those who brought the village, the village to its shame..
We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers. As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer. The steel never seemed more cold and agile than now.
We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers. As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer. The steel never seemed more cold and agile than now.