Oh my room will always have some people You see Johnny Carson is a friend of mine And my music box will always play me something If something's what
Big wheel, don't you roll? Big diesel, don't you whine Through the night as I'm runnin' down the road? Big semi, don't you stop 'Cause if you do I'm
Tell me, what do people do When there ain't nothin' to do? When there's nobody else around to do Nothin' with or to Have you ever been in that position
Perhaps, I'll never show this world all I could be I just can't sing to any man the song he wants to hear And I know that some won't like me Others try
Black knuckles and broken teeth Grey days and grey streets Same faces that same release If this town had a name it would be defeat So sick of waking up
Beatsteaks vs. Turbostaat Eine kleine Stadt, die HA¤user viel zu klein und bis oben hin voll gestopft mit TrA¤umen und mit Hoffnungskram. Auf der zu
I spend my nights in the factory Building bombs for the good of the nation It's my job can't you see? Massive plutonium radiation They're gonna rock
Swine Shut up and eat your rice Y dime lla por que, por que, por que Were turning into rats again Fries Shut up and your fries Y dime lla por que, por
Everybody's beautiful When they're young And I should know I've had more than my share of fun There's all this fascination With the impossibly thin With
Hope little girl Come blow me away I don't care much I win anyway, just a dog I'm God damn rich An exploding man When I talk in the night There's oil
Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the ventana open Federico Lorca, dead and gone Bullet holes in the
One for hatred two for hell Three for the lowest high that you sell Gotta four for a try but don't stop the lie Five for the piss and poke in your eye
Ain't a hope in hell, nothing's gonna bring us down The way we fly, five miles off the ground Because we shoot to kill and you know we always will It'
Look at every man you meet It can be him on every street The woman's waiting for the next attack Bold black headlines made in dark Show how the man can
[Stalinorgel] Declaration of war by a madman Offensive in blizzards and fog Opening of the conflagration Thrust to the hostile front Snowed up Russian
Midnight, New York City Broadway, going up in flames Ground zero, big city Big Apple swallowed by the flames Bombs away, we never saw it coming Bombs
She said "You're always broke" I said "Well duh, I know" She said "I guess I'd better go" I've got empty pockets and an empty head the empty feeling
Feel this rage, it's coming out No more fooling myself I'm disconnecting my head It seems insane I'm droppin' bombs on your moms From my Enola gay It