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Pissed not hurt
02:28
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I always wonder – why am i confused?
I´ve never been in love with you – but it feels like a fist
that was shoven into my brain
and I can´t swallow my pride
am I just hurt or is there more inside that hides?
pissed or hurt? what is this impression - is this really me?
a past caring empty hearted chump
was everything I wanted to be
every little thought increases my anger
makes me more and more ill
I knew before that this could happen
it wasn´t worth the thrill
the fact that you dumped me – bothers me to death
I´m so annoyed of these thoughts I´m loosing my breath
and I just can´t stop
I´m not able to swallow my pride
getting rid of my egos trauma that´s my daily fight
I´m not getting used to this situation
if I had a million bucks I would pay the caution
to finally destroy this burden
finally swallow my pride
guess I´m just pissed not hurt – I didn´t even crie
pissed not hurt – that´s the conclusion! clear is what I see
a past caring empty hearted chump
is still what I want to be
every further thought increases my anger
makes me more and more ill
another time this won´t happen
it´s still not worth the thrill
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2. |
Misbehave
02:54
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you call us antisocial – and you´re right, we fucking are
misbehaving is what we do
misbehave, misbehave
we don´t care about your standards – we don´t care about you at all
misbehaving is what we do
disgusted is – what you are
you gonna find us – in the worst bar in town
but you won´t look for us, cause you don´t want us around
ain´t gonna be your hero
I won´t be your superstar
no matter how we try
anstisocial is what we are
antisocial
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3. |
Deposit Girl
01:41
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The weekend is so close at hand
all money is already gone
I´ve spent too much for beer and records
oh no what have I done?
Time to scrape some coins together
there are bottles everywhere
the streets are paved with gold
I´m the deposit girl – no joke! I´m broke
I´m the deposit girl, just cadging for one smoke
I can´t hit my friends for a loan
I´m already full in debts
recently ate my roommates food
at least I´m well fed
but rich kids leaving all their bottles
I´m grabbing as much as I can
the streets are paved with gold
I´m the deposit girl – no joke! I´m broke!
I´m the deposit girl – just here to provoke
may I introduce myself – I´m living from your trash
working hard to earn some money for our next bash
I´m going round in circles just to find a sip of beer
me and my deposit boys of herpes we have no fear
I´m the deposit girl – no joke! I´m broke
I´m the deposit girl, just cadging for one smoke
Your deposit girl – no joke! she´s broke!
I´m the deposit girl – no joke! she´s broke!
Just your local deposit girl – no joke! she´s broke!
No more deposit here – she went up in smoke
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So long to wait
03:05
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when you touched my lips
for the very first time
it felt so warm and special
I was you and you were mine
these sweet feelings are over anyhow
they said they will come back some day, but I want it now
I feel betrayed so long to wait oh, oh
you showed me places far away
and now I have to wait – day by day
for those bright colors comforting my mind
I need it flashing back tonight
I feel betrayed so long to wait oh, oh
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Tsunami
02:16
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At the first sight you started to become mad about me
you said it was funny when I puked on your knee
I thought you were good with my retarded friends
and how we misbehave in front of every cameras lens
but now your shoe is on the other foot
it´s not longer funny when my face is covered in soot
you say I´m not a lady as long as I do horrid shit
but that´s the whole point of doing it
you wanted smooth sailing
and we are tsunamis
the way we live is nailing
no reason to be calmly
you are a bromide and we are not
before we end like you
we give ourselves the golden shot
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Leather and Pain
02:56
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Everybody has a rage – you know something you´re burning for
and if you try to peel it off – it kicks you in the back once more
in leopards reign – rules leather and pain
and if you want or not you gotta play his game
the instinct of the hunter runs through your vain
you are the victim or the victor – you can lose and you can win
show me show me show me – how you want to live and how you want it to do
look into my eyes and tell me, that this is true for you
everybody´s full of fear – not to reach the aim he´s looking for
I tell you the end is near – so take the best before you get out of the door
in leopards reign rules leather and pain
and if you want or not you gotta play his game
go on my friend and break these chains
or go back to the start and try it again
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Ain't got the clue
02:58
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you must have known
that you were wrong
when your fingers were dipped inside of me
searching for honey
that would not come for you
I felt so empty
it felt so wrong
when your arms embraced my body
trying to touch me
trying to touch my soul
and you´re going down
you hope you gonna drown
but it´s not for you
you ain´t got the clue
you don´t have the
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8. |
You're waste
01:41
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Some think they´re wise but they´re only old
and understood the way the world runs
but with their tiny focus they don´t see it´s just ruled by cunts
Their time is over – no place they´ve seen
they wanna teach me something but you hear me scream
you´re waste!
Some preach what´s right while their souls are sold
thinking they´re the chosen ones
but with their narrow minds they don´t see their life´s ruled by cunts
Their time is over – no place they´ve seen
they wanna teach me something but you hear me scream
you´re waste!
Their time is over – no place they´ve seen
they wanna teach me something but you hear me scream
Their time is up – they start to crie
they´re at the end and gonna die!
you´re waste!
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