1. |
I don't need friends
01:09
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I don't need friends, I got my records
What can you offer me – nothing I haven't heard
Stop knocking, I won't let you in
If I need wise words, I let my vinyls spin
No more stupid talk
No backstabbing
No upsets
I got my records, I don't need friends
Fed up with hypocrits, people don't care
Whenever I sought help, no fucking prick was there
Punk's for real and it's here to stay
So unlike you my records don't betray
No more stupid talk
No backstabbing
No upsets
When you got records, you don't need friends
Don't need, don't need, don't need you
Don't need you company
I got my records and tapes
As loyal and true as you could never be
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2. |
Strong drugs
01:21
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Rotting alive in an invisible cage
Once born free, you got freely enslaved
Bruised from a life of endless fails
Pushed to the ground, the place to kneel and pray
Believe in their lies so cheap
Strong drugs for the weak
Guilt relief and reality distortion
The wonder of religious waterboarding
They promise you guidance in the dark
But the holy men just plant more fear in your heart
Believe in their lies so cheap
Strong drugs for the weak
Who else would need
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3. |
Too old to die young
01:51
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Some people say, it's over
Some of my friends say, the fun is all gone
The drunkards have become sober
But I am still partying on
Live fast, die young
Was the only rule to live upon
I thought I did it right but now
It looks like I survived somehow
Ten more years and I still won't be gone
I can't cool down as long the heat is on
I'm too old to die young
The years behind have set me free
From the fool I've been before
Life is easy when you finally see
You don't have to prove anything anymore
Ten more years and I still won't be gone
I can't cool down as long the heat is on
I'm too old to die young
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4. |
Watch dog
01:37
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Where's the traitor that stole your files
To bring your dirty little secret to light
National security is at stake
Now that the world knows about your digital housebreaks
Don't like the idea someone's sniffing my ass
It's not only me, they also got your address
Government control gets insane
It's time to put the watch dog back on the chain
All the cameras in public places
Trojan bugs spread on internet spaces
My fingerprints are already your's
Ain't there any privacy in this country anymore
Don't like the idea someone's sniffing my ass
It's not only me, they also got your address
Government control gets insane
It's time to put the watch dog back on the chain
Don't like the idea someone's sniffing my ass
It's not only me, they also got your address
Government control gets insane
It's time to put the watch dog back on the chain
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5. |
Punching air
01:20
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Action speaks, so you get loud
Down on the streets, where fame can be found
Lift the spray can to the walls
Bomb the town with anarchy paroles
It's all about resistance
Someone's got to make them scare
You think you fight the system
But you're just punching air
Finally caught for stones you threw
Glass got broken, your nose too
One day in arrest, a martyr is made
You sacrificed yourself for bringing down the state
It's all about resistance
Someone's got to make them scare
You think you fight the system
But you're just punching air
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6. |
Kings of the scene
01:39
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Their style is rad
These guys are mean
Everyone hails to the kings of the scene
They got a name
Therefore they're correct
No need to question what's inside their heads
Sing along
Flail your arm
Circle pits
Fuck off if you don't give a shit
You call them rebels
They speak their minds
But listen carefully – there's hate between the lines
Shirts and patches
Man, that is poor
To support idiots for the sake of being cool
Sing along
Flail your arm
Circle pits
Fuck off if you don't give a shit
Their style is rad
These guys are mean
Everyone hails to the kings of the scene
Shirts and patches
Man, that is poor
You support idiots for the sake of being cool
Sing along
Flail your arm
Circle pits
Fuck off if you don't give a shit
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7. |
Guilty as charged
01:33
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Degenerated minds, reduced to instinct
First sight judgements, people refuse to think
Targeting scapegoats, the finger points on you
Social Darwinism built on racist views
It's meaningless
Words are only a waste of breath
Sentenced from the start
You're guilty as charged
Xenophobic fucks, running on pure instinct
Firing hateful looks, if you're of different skin
Shouts get louder to keep the nation clean
History keeps repeating, welcome to Germany
It's meaningless
Words are only a waste of breath
Sentenced from the start
You're guilty as charged
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8. |
Can't decide
01:19
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What is good, what is bad
Rollercoaster in my head
Indecision makes me mad
Weighing the options
Safe my money, buy some trash
Perfectly happy, feel depressed
Work my ass off, get some rest
Weighing the options
All makes sense
All sounds right
I can't decide, I can't decide
Nothing's wrong
Nothing's right
I can't decide, I can't decide
Call my Friends or drink alone
Go out tonight, stay at home
Kill me quick or do it slow
Weighing the options
Watch the news, burn my TV
Deny the lies or reality
Blame you, blame me
Weighing the options
All makes sense
All sounds right
I can't decide, I can't decide
Nothing's wrong
Nothing's right
I can't decide, I can't decide
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9. |
I'm not myself
01:29
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I truly hate walking in disguise
But I have to take the stinky compromise
I need the money, I need the job
Bite my tongue, put on the uniform
I'm not myself from 9 to 5
I promise you there's more than meets the eye
The true me comes out at night
So don't judge me bad for leading a double life
Buried under a shit load of bills
Now I'm forced to follow the boss's will
Exposed to idiot verbal attacks
I smile and give the finger when he turns his back
I'm not myself from 9 to 5
I promise you there's more than meets the eye
The true me comes out at night
So don't judge me bad for leading a double life
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10. |
Mohawk warrior
01:15
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Put a sticker, make a shout
Do your best to stand out of the crowd
Quick learner, you know the game
A lot of words, but nothing to say
Show what you got
A little pissed, a little fucked up
A Mohawk warrior that never fought
If you are Punk – I am not
Pretend to defend ideals
Down to action you're not be seen
Too many of your kind claimed to stay
Teenage rebels, gone the next day
Show what you got
A little pissed, a little fucked up
A Mohawk warrior that never fought
If you are Punk – I am not
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11. |
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How many times have I cursed this place
For all the memories, for all the days
I had to spend in this small town prison
Tumbling between hope, anger and depression
First love without a happy end
Fake pals, but no true friend
TV-excitement to escape the boredom
This is the place where I came from
No matter where I stay I will come back
Home is where the heart aches
Here it started and here it ends
Home is where the heart aches
I’m back to see that nothing’s changed
People here always stay the same
Doing gossip is all they care
Boring faces, apathic stares
Take a walk down the dirty streets
Everything appears so strange to me
This is the town where I was born
But’s not the place where I belong
I took the first chance to leave this place
But my heart won’t let go
Despite of grief and all the tears
I still call this place home, sweet home
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12. |
You never had it
01:08
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One pill makes you larger
You popped alot, but remained small
Big ego, yet unshattered
Though your shit means nothing at all
You never had it
You never had it
Keep on fucking your brain
Self induced induced 15 minutes of fame
You never had it
You never had it
And if you go chasing rabbits
High on shrooms and acid
You know you're going to fall
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13. |
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Gimme more trouble, I can take it
This screwed up life still ain't complicated
With disappointment on the way
You better get some drinks to brighten up the day
Let's get it on
Hangover days will never be gone
That's how it is since I was young
I'm just feeling better, when I'm drunk
I don't care what you say
It won't change a thing, if I stay sober today
Call me an ignorant Punk
But I'm just feeling better, when I'm drunk, drunk, drunk
It's been a tough run through the years
Time's a good teacher, I made up to here
This is as true as it gets
If you can't solve the problem, try to forget
Let's get it on
Hangover days will never be gone
That's how it is since I was young
I'm just feeling better, when I'm drunk
I don't care what you say
It won't change a thing, if I stay sober today
Call me an ignorant Punk
But I'm just feeling better, when I'm drunk, drunk, drunk
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