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Don't Drink, Don't Smoke
03:37
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You say don't smoke don't drink
I say don't go to school and think
You are better than me
O we know you sin as much as me
You say don't drink don't smoke
You will fuck up and you go broke
As broke as you
O we know it's just what people do
Aaahahaha...
Don't do drugs and leave
This place without a degree
I will smoke and drink
you will fuck up and I will think
Yeah live with that
You're just the devil hiding as a business man
Not the devil living in his van
You're just the devil hiding as a business man
Not the devil living in his van
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2. |
Don't You Need
01:52
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Well baby don't you need
Another cigarette or three
Well baby don't you know
You are drug enough for me
Well baby don't you need
A cold beer from the fridge or so
Well baby don't you know
Your love fills me from my head to my toes
There's really not much that I need when you are around
Well girl don't you need
A car and a house and a washing mashine
Boy hear yourself I can get all that crap all by myself
Well girl don't you feel
The need to take care of a man like me
Boy fuck yourself shut up and search for somebody else
Boy you're outdated just like the patriarchy itself
Go boy and fuck someone else
'Cause you're outdated just like the patriarchy itself
Itself
Itself
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3. |
Too Much
02:51
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1, 2,
1, 2, 3, 4
Just took one day and a week
And I already feel sick
when you're not there
when you're not there
When I hear your voice on the telephone
It takes me straights back out of that
Big black hole
Knew it the first time I saw you sitting on that bench
It was already clear
Ohooho
Lea I wanna hold your hair (and it)
Doesn't matter fucking where (I just)
Wanna be there when we again drank too much
Took a whole week to get me up
But one day to make drown to bring me down
Down again
But just one word out of your mouth
Or one glimpse of your eyes
get me out
The night is over now but I can take you home
Just lend me your hand
Ohooho
Lea I wanna hold your hair (I wanna hold your hair)
Doesn't matter fucking where (It doesn't matter fucking where)
I just wanna be there when we again drank too much
Lea I wanna hold your hair (I wanna hold your hair)
Doesn't matter fucking where (It doesn't matter fucking where)
I just wanna be there when we again drank too much
Lea I wanna hold your hair
Doesn't matter fucking where
I just wanna be there when we again drank too much
When we are gonna throw up
I love you so much
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4. |
Drunk Again
03:37
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On the streets
On the strees
With a cigarette, beer and a dream
All together, full of anger
Shouting out loud
We want to be heard
And we want to be seen
Make something out of this crappy world
So you don't have to suffer
Because of there greed
But no one will know how it would be
Without classes, without poverty
Without all the shit we hate and all I can say
Is that I'm sorry it didn't happen today
Yeah sorry it didn't happen today
'Cause I'm drunk again with all my friends
With dreams stuck in our heads
But everything we planned makes some sense
And sure it will happen someday
Yeah sure it will happen someday
Make believe
Make believe
You're not just the rat that everyone here
Think they can treat like scum
'Cause you are more worth than there money and cars
And common we lend you a hand
We don't have much
But we have much to say
But no one will know how it would be
Without classes, without poverty
Without all the shit we hate and all I can say
Is that I'm sorry it didn't happen today
Yeah sorry it didn't happen today
'Cause I'm drunk again with all my friends
With dreams stuck in our heads (our heads)
But everything we planned makes some sense
And sure it will happen someday
But I'm drunk again with all my friends
With dreams stuck in our heads (our heads)
But everything we planned makes some sense
And sure it will happen someday
Yeah sure it will happen someday
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5. |
Myself
01:50
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There is something missing in my head
Im waiting for it to come
My insecurities are gone only when I'm drunk
There's something missing deep inside
Im waiting for it to come by
Depression feels less like hell
Only when I'm hight
And I will never find the way
Without you and all by myself
myself
myself
myself
No I need no one to tell me what I should do
I just need especially you to bring me through
But now that you're gone
I got nothing left
Nothing to live for
But beer and death
And I will never find the way
Without you and all by myself
myself
myself
myself
And I will never find the way
Without you and all by myself
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6. |
Wait And See
03:34
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Just a quick reminder to me
That everything's happening in my head
Just wait and see
It's the only advice I could give
Common just be free
It's so hard if you don't know what you want
And to know what I want is killing me
Yeah to know what I want is killing me
Yeah to know what I want is killing me
Just a quick reminder to you
Just don't care if your head is bold or blue
'Cause everybody just thinks about themselfes
And I know that it's hard to accept this as the truth
Yeah no one really thinks about you
Yeah no one really thinks about you
No one really thinks about you
Or me
Or you
Wether you, nor me, nor us
No one really gives a goddamn fuck
No one really gives a goddamn fuck
No one really gives a goddamn fuck
[repeat]
Or me
Or you
Wether you, nor me, nor us
No one really gives a goddamn fuck
I wish you all the best of luck
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Crying Silke Kiel, Germany
Den bass gefunden, das talent aber nicht. Jetzt zu dritt und die silke weint umso lauter. Ein Mix aus antifaschistischen, depressiven und alkoholbeeinfluszten Texten. Ob akustisch, oder elektrisch, englischer garage-punk straight out of brux.
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