Welcome back to part two
Of that's what I do
50 percent love, 50 percent hate
Surrendered with one hundred percent conviction that
one percenters are still at it
One hundred percent and in real time for that is that
what you hear Is what I do
Super stoned with dark green glasses at the start
What's up?
Yeah, what's up? The vaporizer will glow all night long if necessary.
So pay close attention, we've brought you something.
Some call it beautiful sounds, others call it noise.
But they're made from the last brain cells of this night.
And that's what I do.
And that's what I do.
Sounds a bit like I see something you don't see.
I'm writing it down because you're not looking properly.
50 percent love, 50 percent hate.
Result in one hundred percent conviction that
One percenter on the start.
One hundred percent conviction that
What you hear is what I do.
The sum of the parts is 100%, that's clear.
Satisfied in the ears of the audience.
Autographs are only given with an IBAN.
Fun!
Cash is fine, too.
Fun again!
50 percent love, 50 percent hate
Surrender. One hundred percent conviction for that
One percenter on the start
One hundred percent conviction for that
What you hear is what I do
Exhausting
Exhausting and hard
No dying allowed
No one else to pay the bills
50 percent love, 50 percent hate
Surrender. One hundred percent conviction for that
That's what I wanted to say, that's it for that part
Over and out
Click, click, clack
The microphone is unplugged
That's it
klick klick knack
das wars doch noch nicht
Willkommen zurück im falschen Film
Die Dreharbeiten sind abgeschlossen
und ich weiß nicht ob ich noch der gute bin
klick klick knack
Tick, Trick und Track
Klick klack klick klack klick
Das Meer voll Dreck
Ein endloser Strom von Hässlichkeit,
Fäulniss und Plastik und Billiger scheiß
der unsern Geist wie ein Abfluss verstopft
Unser Wasser in Scheisse verwandelt
Halbtot Hängend am Tropf
Aber doch zu allergisch für den tot
Was ist das noch?
klick klick knack
Es sind
Tick, Trick und Track
Klick klack klack!
Menschen sterben hier wie fliegen
An Problemen und innerlichen kriegen
Dieser Weg ist steil und die Seelen nicht immer heil
So plant so mancher hier seinen Abschied
hängend am ast
Am seil
Medikamente sind hier in aller Munde
Eine Pille für jede Wunde
Hast du was was du nicht hast?
Irgendwas wird schon gefunden im Eastpak.
klick klick knack
Tick, Trick und Track
Klick klack klack!
RobMusic