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Eieieiei!
02:26
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Sitting in the Subway with a Skinhead next to me
Want to listen to my walkman but, oh shit, i got no battery
Start a conversation and all he fucking say
is bla bla bla bla ei ei ei ei!
ei ei ei ei!
Across from the Skinhead tere´s a really punky Guy
I stare at his Mohawk when he suddenly looks my way
I ask him for a beer and he gives it right to me
I say hey, thank you, he says ei ei ei ei!
ei ei ei ei!
Sitting there, drinking, and having a good time
till the ticket conductor comes to spoil our good time
heading our way he burps whit a smile
he says ei ei ei! and he fucking walks away
ei ei ei ei!
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Card Song
03:05
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Well don´t you be mistaken
It´s heading our way
Orwell´s a good night Story
Compared to what´s happening today
No reason to get paranoid?
i think there fucking is
ever used a bankcard?
you´re already on the list
Information revolution opened up the door
to spy out the consumers for the corporate whores
Major Corporations putting data on a Pile
Wating to create the perfect consumer profile
Chip cards, Credit Cards, Client Cards & Debit Cards
Barcodes all along, you really know whats going on
Personal Data collected and restored
put an end to privacy like fuken 1984
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Along the Fence
02:54
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Have you ever left the city to take a walk along the fence
All over it the thicket of barbwire is so dense
That the ones locked up inside, they don´t have a chance to flee
Waving hands behind steel bars is all we´re allowed to see
Crossing the borderline
For those who are poor i´ts a crime
Not for all but for them it´s a crime
Xenophobia is a weapon for those who defend the status quo
But their fortress will collapse and then only time will show
That the can´t lock out forever those whose countrys they´ve destroyed
And one day they´ll face the anger of the ones that they exploit
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Testosterone
02:41
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I´m the ultimate alpha male, here to have it my way
Completely irresistible, one hundret percent non-gay
I need a pound of meat a day, it makes me feel alright
I live the darwinist way of live, always up for a fight
Testosterone, Eau de Cologne, Hard as Stone
If you want to mess with me step up if you dare
Give me self affirmation anytime and anywhere
Got hair on my chest, hair on my teeth, hair everywhere
I drink Idrink and i don´t stop, im half man half bear!
I show up every now and then, sometimes i better hide
Just for my own advantage i might show a different sight,
you see, i´m not the only one, there´s other ones in the troop
You´ll find me in the police corps, your local antifascist group
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Extremhygieniker
02:26
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Extremhygieniker Hastenichgesehn!
Extremhygieniker Hastenichgehört!
Den ganzen Tach inne Dusche stehn!
Vom kleinsten Dreck komplett verstört!
(Staubsaug Staubsaug)
Küche schrubben Tach und Nacht,
hast da inne Ecke nochwattnichwechgemacht
Millionen Mikroben umme Ecke gebracht
In deiner schwarzen Seele der Putzteufel lacht!
Extremhygieniker in jeder Ecke
Extremhygieniker hier und da
Alles glänzt das ich mich erschrecke
Falleri und Fallera
(Fensterputz Fensterputz Klospül)
Tausend Stunden nervste mich voll
Wie´s hier deiner Meinung nach aussehn soll
Wie´s in dir aussieht sachich besser nich,
Das is mir nämlich zu ekelich!
Extremhygieniker Schrubberknecht
Tausende Euro für Putzzeuch geblecht
Putz den flur doch bis er bricht,
aber nerv´ mich mit deiner Krankheit nicht!
(Zähneputz Zähneputz AAAAAAAARRRRH)
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6. |
Outta the Public Eye
03:27
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the song we can´t play
03:08
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I know what i want
And i know how to get it
The lif that i chosse
won´t conform to society´s rules
Lock up the doors, don´t let anyone in
Make sure that the others stay out
I know how to act and i learned how to talk
Internalized the code
Same as the Rest
I ain´t any better
So why do i contest?
Reproducing the world i detest
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8. |
Early Bird
02:22
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I ain´t no early bird
I won´t catch no worm
worms aren´t tasty anyway
that´s none of my concern
Fuck the stupid early bird
It´s nerve-wrecking cry
He gives a fuck about my sleep
Early bird´s gotta die
Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill
When i´m finally ready
To open my eyes
I regret it right away
And i think i lost my sight
Merciless rays of sunlight
Are aimed at both my eyes
Can´t stand it no longer
Fuckin bird´s gotta Die
KillKillKillKIllKillkIllKilklll
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9. |
Hit the Mole
03:52
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Hit the Mole with a shovel on the head
Beat the fucker with a cricket bat
It fucked up my lawn, that it´s gonna regret
Gonna bash it ´till it´s flapjacklike flat
When it comes up it´s hill it´s gonna hurt bad
When i´m done it won´t find a fitting head
It´s relative gonna be really sad
´cause it won´t recognize it´s mom and dad
With my lawnmower i´ll turn it into shreds
I´ll ferment it and smoke it in cigarettes
There won´t be helping doctors and Vets
Gonna make an ashtray out of its head
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No Way José
03:18
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No way to think
What it´s like to be free
When your mind´s locked up
and you can´t seem to find the key
No way to get out
Just products of out time
Where i can´t leave these doubts
Nor this fucking time behind
No way to stay sane
No chance i´ll keep still
Send one more to psychiatry
Break another fucking will
No way to keep silent
There´s nothing left to lose
If this system wants to break us
Resistance is what we chosse
When your head feels numb
And there´s no way out
Your thoughts go round in circles
Get up and shout
You know something´s wrong
But you can´t say what´s right
Don´t let those doubts kill you
Make them a reason to fight!
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Mouth can´t form words vision´s a blur
On evenings like this i just might start a war
Shut up fuck off get out of my way
And what the hell am i trying to say?
Where is the bathroom, i need to pee
I´m on a journey and no one knows where it will take me
Life is a bladder ´bout to explode, don´t you dare stop me
I know the intention of my destination
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The force of my Stench
03:33
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There´s lots of stinky folks
But there´s no one as bad as myself
You better don´t come near me
If you care about your health
´Cause breathing in my presence
Would be be your definitive doom
Most people run in panic
As soon as i enter the room
Trying to hide from a hideous force
That can turn life into death
It´s wicked, toxic, disgusting
It´s the fucking smell of my breath
When you smell at my feet you´re probably gonna die
When i lift my arms the birds fall from the sky
I don´t need no heavy muscles, i don´t care ´bout stupid guns
The force of my stench makes armies run crying for their moms
I don´t even shower on christmas and i never brush a tooth
And my devastating farts can knock an elephant of the roof
Smell my feet
Smell my breath
Pull my finger
Face your death
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orängättäng Hamburg, Germany
Raging Shredder-Bretter-Hc-Punk since 2004.
Their live shows are pretty wild, and
their albums are not bad either. Right now they are writing songs for the next album or something, but don´t hold your stinky breath!
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