1.La Sociedad Tienne La Culpa Que Yo Se Asi
2.I'm A Punk
Where I go and where I stay
Everybody knows everything better
But I have the better advantage
My Swiss army knife
Slogans from right and left wing
But sorry I'm only 10% politically correct
I'm a Punk!
The whole day long I hear
Boycott this and boycott that
But I go to McDonalds and eat
What I prefer most
And when I talk about sex
They call me a sexist
They all know it better
But I know how it is
I'm a Punk!
So listen up friends of humanity
First I piss in your faces
Then I sit down at home
And write you a poem
And you will never get as nice a world
As I already have
I'm a Punk!
3.Social Failure
The way to school is too far
But the amusement hall
Is right around the corner
And mothers hidden cookie jar
Is enough for this？
But they won't let you in
Cause you're not old enough to have an I.D.
So should you rather by dope
Or have a drink？
You chose the first possibility
And you are in time
On the school yard
Where you can deal your commodities
After the first school break
You're sold out
Now, stoned and tired you want to go home
#and count your money
Social Failure - you're 13
The teacher was watching you too close
Decided to call the police
Now you're busted
On the way to the station
Totally stoned and paralyzed
By interrogation you demand the fifth
And for the revenge
You pissed all over the station
Because you're only 13
Now they bring you home
And your mother doesn't know
What to do with you
Then they send you to a social worker
Who doesn't have a clue.
Both of them are trying
To tell you what to do
And threaten to put you in a foster home
And after four hours of discussions
You promise you'll change.
Social Failure - you're 13
4.Hello Neighbor
Hello Neighbor.
Last night I was really drunk and loud
This hangover, what a torture
There are awful noises in my head.
Hello Neighbor.
These motherfuckers pissed
And puked on your stairs
And I can tell you,
That they stole your car, too.
Hello Neighbor!
5.Sunday Morning
Sunday morning 3pm, I wake up
Sunday morning 3pm, one eye open
Sunday morning 3pm, I'm in a bad mood
Sunday morning 3pm, I'm in a bad mood
I lay in bed with my jacket on
I lay in bed with my pants on
I lay in bed with my shoes on
My shoes on with shit stuck on
Ye-ye ye-ye ye-ye ye-ye !
I lay in bed with my shoes on
I lay in bed with my jacket on
I lay in bed with my pants on
My pants on, totally wet from piss
I lay in bed with my shoes on
I lay in bed with my pants on
I lay in bed with my jacket on
My jacket on with vomit stuck on
6.Hangin' Around
Nothing to do we're hangin' around
We're not getting the time passed
We're only killing hours
We're just hangin' out in our room
Boredom is killing us
Oh oh oh oh
yeah yeah yeah-na, na, na, na !!
We're not getting the time passed
We're only killing hours
We're sitting around depressed
Tomorrow we'll kill ourself
7.Capitol City Song
From Reichstag till Keltbusser Door
Lines are passing
Bodyguards and BGS
Kreuzberg is occupied by cops
Get out of the way
Keep all Lanes free.
The diplomats are cruising
With red lights on
To the whore houses
The TV. Shows shows talk
About, moral and tradition
Lynching mobs and rent-a-cops
Are on duty for the justice
Purity at the train station 'zoo'
Where are all the junkies now？
They are all laying
In my outhouse toilette!
8.Beautiful Beach
We trough dynamite into the sea
So there are no more sharks
Then we cut down the palm trees
So everybody can comfortable
Bask in the sun
At least let's concrete this place
So nobody loses his stuff in the sand
Beautiful beach, Beautiful beach, oh yeah
This is third world as we like it
Even the most stupid redneck
Will get his stomach filled
Without paying much money
And the blacks here are not lazy
They serve us drinks and dinners and shut up
And their wives get good wages
For dish washing and prostitution
Beautiful beach, Beautiful beach...
9.Fat Germans
I'm sitting in the underground (Metro)
Cruising around
A student is sitting on my left hand side
A redneck' on the right
And a skinhead right in front of me
They all are very much taller
And bigger than me
With pink pumped up faces,
They are staring at me
Have a look at the Costa Brava (Beach in Spain)
Or go to the Adriatic (Mediterranean between Italy ＆ Yugoslavia)
Fat bodies in Ibiza and Mallorca.
Hot Dogs and beer, Bratwurst and wine
Fat Germans are constantly swallowing
Fat Germans - stay where you are
Fat Germans - don't go too far
They come closer and closer
And I become claustrophobic
The sweat runs out of their fat pores
I think I can't take this any more
I push the fat guys with all my power
Away from me, and I jump up and run away
Far away from this place
But everywhere else I go
Is just the same thing going on.
I think about genocide
Fat Germans ...
10.Baby Boom
In the past, she was against children
She saw no reason
For more babies in this world
I said：'You're right',
Cause I thought about the money
But now I see her belly
And I'm asking myself
'What the hell is this about？'
I think she's doing this
Cause she's bored or she's afraid
That I will disappear some day
Without a baby, her life
Makes no sense she thinks
And her belly becomes fatter,
And I'm asking myself
'What the hell is this ？'
Oh Oh Oh it hurts,
When I see you pregnant in the streets.
Oh Oh Oh it hurts,
When I see you walking
With a baby carriage
I remember her saying
That there are too many people
On this earth
Because population exploded
At this time she was against children
But now I see her belly
And I'm asking her
'What the hell is that about !!？'
11.Ozone Hole Song
There is a hole in the sky
And I'm suntanning my dick
All of the sudden it falls off
Zapp !!!
12.Social Critical Song
Ever there lies a man
He pukes wine, booze and night rain
He and his friends are obviously homeless
One of the gang is missing a leg
And his friend next to him
Is pissing in his pants
This doesn't bother me I don't care
I'm not interested in them at all
I just care about myself
See the young girl buying heroin
And her little brother sniffing glue
He smells very, very bad
Does he ever wash himself？
And like his older sister
He's selling his ass!
13.No Airbags For The CSU
At the meeting
Was nothing special going on
But south German wine brought comfort
They left the parliament building
Totally drunk
And fell asleep at the steering wheel
No Airbags for the CSU!
Big party meeting and speeches to yawn
This is the reason why beer ran constantly
Then they went home
In their brand new cars
And drove into a ditch
No Airbags for the CSU
And for the FDP and CDU.
For the SPD, too.
No Airbags for the CSU !
Election campaigns
Till early in the morning
Assisted by tens of booze
The way home was driven
Much more aggressive
The Mayer ended up crashing into a tree
With Champaign and cognac
We set the whole country free
With Bialys and Night rain
For the German revolution.
14.Sex Beat
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