The broken heart of you
Who stole the stolen parts of you
Changing blossoms into fists
And taking bites from every kiss
The past is dead, tomorrow’s too far
All the chemicals the bars
Coloured hair and cheap tattoos
impale you on their points of view
I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Ich liebe dich
Ich träum von dir
In meinen Träumen
Bist du Europacupsieger
Doch wenn ich aufwach
Fällt es mir wieder ein
Spielst ganz wo anders
In Liga 2
I sometimes stretch your fuckin‘ rules
But I’m not dumb, I’m not a fool
…
I like my way, my way of life
Schwarze Kapuze, Flutlicht brennt
Stempel drauf – Hooligan