Тексты песен «Toten Hosen, Die»
Toten Hosen, Die - Agent X
You never say what you feel, you're like a cog in a wheel. You better be quiet, never rebel or riot. Could it be that you are free? When their eyes can see what you're doing all day long, whistle hum or sing a song...
Toten Hosen, Die - Alkohol
Ihm ist so richtig ьbel, so wacht er jeden Morgen auf. Er quдlt sich aus dem Bett und kotzt sich erstmal aus. Seine Hдnde zittern, sein Gesicht ist leichenblass. Er stolpert panisch durch die Wohnung und sucht nach...
Toten Hosen, Die - Alles Aus Liebe
Ich wьrde dir gern sagen Wie sehr ich dich mag warum ich nur noch an dich denken kann. Ich fьhl mich wie verhext und ih Gefangenschaft Und du allein trдgst Schuld daran Worte sind dafьr zu schwach Ich befьrchte, du...
Toten Hosen, Die - Auld Lang Syne
Should all acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind Should all acquaintance be forgot, and the days of auld lang syne. 2x For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne we'll take a cup of kindness yet for...
Toten Hosen, Die - Beautiful Day
It's a morning full of innocence as the day defeats the night and the sun shines down like a gift from God and the world is new and bright. The moment seems so holy as I see you walk my way. But a prayer requires a...
Toten Hosen, Die - Big Bad Wolf
She's drawing pictures of herself and giant-size men in a Liliput world. She knows some stories, but never tells of all her haunted adventures. Because the big bad wolf has whispered in her ear, that no one else must...
Toten Hosen, Die - Call Of The Wild
It's dry , it's dusty, the nights are long and cold Your life is like a desert, you're scared of growing old You can hear the clock ticking like a hammer on a stone Remember this - you're not alone, you're not...
Toten Hosen, Die - Carneval In Rio (Punk Was)
Dad - what was punkrock...? Punk was rotten, punk was vicious, always being unambitious. Punk was a piss-up, punk was a punch-up, picking your nose and chucking your lunch up. Punk was obnoxious, punk was obscene,...
Toten Hosen, Die - Cokane In My Brain
Hey Jim Jim I want you to spell for me something I want you to spell New York N-E-W Y-O-R-K that's New York no man, I'm sorry you've made a mistake I'm gonna teach you the right way and the proper way to spell New...
Toten Hosen, Die - Daydreaming
Here comes another wasted day at the end you say still don't know what the hell it means. l watch what's on TV - it's like real life to me. All l'm left with are these broken dreams... Wake Up Right now Come on...
Toten Hosen, Die - Goodbye Garageland
There's no Garageland no more, only memories spread across the floor. To the sound of the guns of Brixton we were fighting complete control. We felt like we were prisoners in our save European home. We had 48 hours at...
Toten Hosen, Die - Hang On Sloopy
Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on Sloopy lives in a very bad part of town And everybody there tries to put my Sloopy down Sloopy I don’t care what your daddy do ‘Cause you know Sloopy...
Toten Hosen, Die - Hopeless Happy Song
What is it? Sounds like a hit, keeps buzzing round my head. Brings a swing to your hips, a smile to your lips, but it makes me see red. It's good when you shop, makes your heart-rate drop, worries drift away. You...
Toten Hosen, Die - Long Way From Liverpool
My heart it gets so heavy by the end of May, but when it gets to August you know I'll feel okay. I didn't choose to be born here, it's just a freak of birth, but before I die here I wanna kiss that turf. Cause it's a...
Toten Hosen, Die - Niemals Einer Meinung
Ich zeige auf die Sterne, doch du siehst nur den Mond Ich rufe HALT und du rennst dabei los Will ich dir was erzдhlen, dann kann ich mir sicher sein Dass du schon alles kennst und es auch noch besser weiЯt Wenn ich...
Toten Hosen, Die - Opel-Gang
Den Arm aus dem Fenster, das Radio voll an, drauЯen hдngt ein Fuchsschwanz dran, in jeder Karre sitzen vier Mann. Die Bullen eben in der Stadt abgehдngt, mit 110 einen Ford versengt und einen Fiat ausgebremst. Wir haben...
Toten Hosen, Die - Revenge
You're sitting in your high castle looking down at us. Sure that we'll be happy slaves, who'll never make a fuss. There's a reverential silence as millions watch you snore. Live to serve, serve to live. Well, we want...
Toten Hosen, Die - Runaway Train Driver
Rattling down the track on iron wheels, this is not an exercise, it's for real. I'm up here in the rushing wind, way down there. This town is just a traffic jam, you can't walk the streets or breathe the air. I'm a...
Toten Hosen, Die - Sascha... Ein Aufrechter Deutscher
Der Sascha der ist arbeitslos, was macht der ohne Arbeit bloЯ? – Er schneidet sich die Haare ab und pinkelt auf ein Judengrab – Zigeunerschnitzel, das schmeckt gut, auf Sintis hat er eine Wut – Er iЯt so gern Иevapиiиi,...
Toten Hosen, Die - The Fly
There's a fly buzzing round inside my head and it can't find its way out. Crawling here and there not getting anywhere, I can feel it panicking now. As it follows a bundle of nerve fibres down the temporal lobe to my...