Reality punk is all together Fighting each other just ain’t clever You’ve got the wrong enemy, you’re picking on a friend If we don’t stand together, then this is the end
Komm closer I will sing a Song for you:
I like breaking arms and legs
Snapping spines and wringing necks
Now i’ll knife you in the back
Kick your bones until they crack
Through the corners of our eyes
We can see them pass us by
Looking at us but not talking to us
Now we see them talking about us
Whispering lies all around us
Not wanting us to know the truth
Und weil der Mensch ein Mensch ist,
drum hat er Stiefel im Gesicht nicht gern!
Er will unter sich keinen Sklaven
sehn und über sich keinen Herrn.
And just because he’s human
he doesn’t like a pistol to his head,
he wants no servants under him
and no boss over his head.
It seems fashion keeps the youth confined
We have missed the whole idea
I thought we listened with our ears
But we keep them closed with fear