At My Front Door
dass wir was verliern!
Immer mehr, immer mehr frag i,
wohin soll des führ'n?
Leider steht man zu oft
in seim Lebn vor verschlossnen Türn,
immer mehr, immer mehr merk i
dass wir was verliern!
Wir sind blind und stumm, i woass net, warum.
Dabei wär's oft leicht,
wenn man seine Hand dem andern reicht!
Immer mehr, immer mehr merk i,dass wir was verliern!
Immer mehr, immer mehr frag i,
wohin soll des führ'n?
Jeder sucht nur sei Glück
und die Welt wird regiert vom Neid,
koana mer
To Whom It May Concern
Dear Mr. Bones,
We've had enough
You can try to pull us down with your pinstripe weasel stuff
but word travels in this town
I wouldn't write home about you
We're better off without you
Without you Mr. Bones
Some people feed on other people's troubles
Some people beat on other people's meat
Some people want to bleed us dry and some people..
Gonna drown on your feet
You said "Boys I'll get you more, but you have to pay me by the hour"
Anyway you are just another bore who believes he's a superpower
When you talk about loyalty i just hope you realise,
since you ate my royalties
Mr. Bones this is goodbye
This is goodbye and hereinafter shall be referred
Notwithstanding or foregoing statements unpreferred
Don't claim you understand when you've not heard a single word
A dicky bird...
Some people feed on other people's troubles
Some people beat on other people's meat
Some people want to bleed us dry and some people..
Gonna drown on your feet!