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A Russian Lullaby
02:55
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Tired of the sandpit and the see-saw
Bored of playing Winnetou and John Wayne
We took a revolver and a bullet
And started playing this russian game
So we were gambling and discussing girls
and guessing who wrote the best song in the world
And we were asking how to fight
poverty in this land
while the gun went from my hand to your hand
We both were talking about sherlock holmes
about darth vader and the rolling stones
it was my turn we kept talking
it was your turn and my turn again
But after a while with the gun in your hand
you brought this roullette finally to an end
because - too bad - you've lost the game and your head.
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I Am A Liar
04:14
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Spiders
03:06
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Your best friend said I fucked her
but I swear I didn't touch her
And your daddy said I've stolen his car last night
but he lied
And your sister told you that
She saw me as I killed your cat
But please don't believe what you've heard
Because it is us versus them with every word
And if lies are webs we are cought up in, bound and tied
then I ask myself, where do all those spiders hide
And I whispered in your ear: "let's leave this town tonight
and we'll go far away to where all these spiders hide."
And if lies are webs we are caught up in, bound and tied
then I ask myself, where do all those spiders hide
And I whispered in your ear: "let's leave this town tonight
and we'll drive in your daddy's car to where all these spiders hide."
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Farewell
02:26
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I've got an anchor and your name
tattooed on my arm
and a parrot on my shoulder is my lucky charm
so I hoist up the sail of my little nutshell
I wipe your tears away and I kiss you farewell
I'm a pirate you're my harbour I won't forget you anyway
I'll send you letters in bottles - every day
yeah, I do.
And if I will come back I'll mary you!
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6. |
... und Berlin
01:56
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7. |
Elegy For The Details
00:56
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