1. |
Got Your Number
02:33
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GOT YOUR NUMBER
(T: Koerber/M: Gross)
You feel so strong
when you wear your combat boots
but without your costume
who would look at you
You dress different from the straights
you think you’re so free
The truth is that the system’s
got your number believe me
I try to be me
you want us all to be the same
You cheat the wrong people
no one wins the game
Governments and multinationals
rob us all blind
and laugh while you get pissed
out of your mind
You slur and you brag
‘bout revolution and punk
pretending to be strong
you think you’re out in front
You put on studs and leather
spiking your hair
You strut in your costume
but you’re going nowhere
An evenings concert
and after the big brawl
When you have enough to drink
you give it your all
Just hate is not enough
you smash up your own scene
You gave up long time ago
but I still have a dream
With friends like you
what do I need enemies for
Your head’s so full of bullshit
there’s room for nothing more
You brag and you slur
of revolution and punk
pretending you’re the rough guy
life’s already passed you by
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2. |
Getting Away With Murder
02:13
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GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER
(Koerber/Gross)
"I cannot remember
it’s been so long ago"
but it happens every fucking day
the rich men buy the law
They legalize their game
our freedom’s down the drain
Ninehundred-fifty thousand bucks
A fat cat pays his man
but now he can’t remember
what bank-account it’s in
Politician in his hand
saves him embarrassment
Getting Away with murder
Two years for a gram of hash
five years for a theft
but for a man of his prestige
a question is too tough
The banker and his P.A.C.
the whole world in their sack
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3. |
Last Call
01:15
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LAST CALL
(T: Koerber/M: Gross)
Time is running out
can hardly breathe in here
People pushing all around
closing time is near
I have to watch my step
stumbling through this bar
trying to forget
that bottom’s not too far
A toast to the past
Last call for alcohol
before the die is cast
The last seven years
were obviously too fat
When it’s time to pay the bill
sign another check
Death is knocking at the door
the last one to come in
No-one here gets out alive
One more drink to him
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4. |
The Fuse
01:49
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THE FUSE
(T. Koerber/M: Gross)
Seconds pass by on the clock
the roof about to fall
See the eagle on the coin
money rules us all
Profigangsters suck our blood
The arrogance of might
Stand to meet your maker
on this your final night
The fuse has been connected
The oceans start to swell
We had our chance and blew it
Death will toll its bell
Seconds pass by on the clock
the roof about to fall
See the eagle on the coin
money rules us all
Politics vampire bandits
the arrogance of might
The horseman grins and smiles
on this your final night
The fuse has long been lit
It’s in our destiny
We had our chance but blew it
end this insanity
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5. |
Tenthousasnd Lightyears
01:57
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TENTHOUSAND LIGHTYEARS
(T: Koerber/ M: Gross)
Ten thousand lightyears away from this place
science found a similiar race in outer-space
Weird strange mutants inhabit this terrain
creatures on two legs with an oversized brain
In cities like tumors they plan around the clock
how to avoid an eventual future-shock
They torture, destroy, impoison and kill
Some of them live in heaven
Some are damned to hell
Ten thousand lightyears away from here
they lately found life for the first time causing fear
There they build there huge satanic domes
where they breed their slaves and genetic clones
But when they had a closer look at that globe
they decided to better not let anybody know
They hid their discovery and none of us has heard
about it and we keep on living undisturbed
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6. |
Crutch
02:36
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Crutch
(T: Koerber/ M: Gross)
I wanted action got advice
accepted one, you gave it twice
Tried to live on the edge of life
You take my breath and steel my life
Can’t believe you once was hip
wornout cheap comicstrip
You’re boring like a whitecollar clerk
But don’t bore me you stupid jerk
Don’t you touch my crutch
Don’t you think of me too much
I spoil your dreams
With punched cigarettes and amphetamines
You brought me down for long enough
I can do without your love
And if my end is near
I tell you I don’t fucking fear
Your dress and style did once impress
But all the rest is gone I guess
When at night I wasn’t back
you nearly died from a heart attack
You do need a Benz
to fuck your rich bastard friends
I wanna stay I until I die
don’t want to be your danger child
Don’t you touch my crutch
Don’t you think of me too much
Act in your own weird way
but don’t you try to make me stay
You brought me down for long enough
I can drown without your love
And if my end is there
I tell you I don’t fucking care
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7. |
Alone Tonight
02:04
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ALONE TONIGHT
(T: Koerber/Gross-Lambrecht)
What a drag this place is here
I keep on drinking mugs of beer
Once again alone tonight
I’m uptight, you’re out of sight
Suddenly the door swings wide
there you are, shining bright
My skin pops up you make me wild
skip loneliness you are in sight
Love’s an injection all too hot
role on the floor bad times forgot
Sekt ist kaltgestellt
komm‘ schenk’ mir deine Welt
du und ich hier
alles was ich habe schenk’ ich dir
You say you don’t want me no more
You tell me "go to hell, you bore"
Now I’m sick of trying for girly action
fed up with frigid nonreaction
at least if I stay home alone
I know that I won’t be let down
Getting off on funny stuff
My fantasies might be enough
Glowing wild in my mind
leaving this damned world behind
Sekt ist kaltgestellt
mit dir stirbt nicht die Welt
du warst zwar lieb zu mir
doch ich kann auch ohne dir
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8. |
(Fear In The) Free World
01:29
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(FEAR IN THE) FREE WORLD
(T: Koerber/ M: Gross)
Where do liars have control
Here in the Free World
Where does poverty take its toll
In the Free World
Where do people have the voice
Here in the Free World
to choose the freedom of no choice
In the Free World
Computer chips, that take-away
How high's the price you pay?
Where can custody last for years
Here in the Free World
Where growing older leads to growing fears
In the Free World
Where the weak are weeded out and smashed
Here in the Free World
and where do people mainline cash
In the Free World
We'll rest well if we ignore
what's kept behind closed doors
Where have people lost their pride
Here in the Free World
Shout "Hurray" for the U.S.A.
In the Free World
Where chemicals are used to numb your brain
Here in the Free World
But the sideeffects will leave you just the same
In the Free World
This fallacy will finish when
the world bleeds dry what then
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9. |
Born Blond
02:04
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BORN BLOND
(T: Koerber/M: Koerber-Gross)
Back in May of 45
rings a shot that's kept alive
You said there would be no more war
Blitzkrieg's gone forever more
You can still remember
how it was back then
But for all that you have learned
insanity reigns again
We don't want your legacy
Damn’it your hypocrisy
Tell me what is left for me
in good old Germany
Millions had to die
for the Aryan lie
but old notions yesterday
have come back to stay
Back in May of 45
rings a shot that's kept alive
You said there would be no more war
Blitzkrieg's gone forever more
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10. |
M.I.C.
02:03
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M.I.C.
(T: Koerber/M: Gross)
War on the ground, war in the air
german weapons everywhere
German tanks on their way
everywhere in the world today
To Iran for Khomeini
weapons made in Germany
A Messerschmidt-manager grins
"We lost the war, but investment wins"
So what is going on today
Who is the hunter who's to pay
It's something you can't run away
The bomb is here to stay
Pistol plants and luger fiends
Mercedes, Krupp and other means
Government says: "We need jobs
don't care about those third-world-mobs"
The western world can't get enough
our army trucks have proved their stuff
Bullets kill being shot or not
others die in a faraway plot
War on the ground, war in the air
IBM credit-affair
The german banks and our cash
turn the third world into trash
Military and Industry
Siemens-know-how, it’s not me
M.T.U.-manager grins
we lost the war, investment wins
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11. |
Summer Solstice
02:03
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SUMMER SOLSTICE
(T: Koerber/M: Gross)
It’s finally that time of year
twelve o’clock is getting near
Laying in the cemetry
soon to wake and be set free
My bed a coffin wet from rain
Nocturnal birds scream out in pain
Six feet of earth above my head
I crawl up through the mud and leaves
A voice calls to raise the dead
I gasp and start to breathe
Flesh and blood is our wine
We dance the graves wide open
Moonlight flickers, passing time
Until the spell is broken
Make your move right now
Dust you’ll be soon anyhow
Make your move right now
Dust you’ll be soon anyhow
The cold bones of a time gone by
The rats have had their fill
Black shadows where the bodies lay
The soul you cannot kill
It’s finally that time of year...
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12. |
Maybe By Tuesday
01:35
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MAYBE BY TUESDAY
(Koerber/Gross)
He’s sitting on the stairs
so what, he don’t care
so pissed can’t even stand
his head in his hands
A bottle in a sack
a fuckedup sorry wreck
he tries to make his way
Might manage it by Tuesday
He gives a casual glance
"Hey man, give me a chance
help me to the next bar
I’m thirsty got no car"
I pull him to his feet
God, why always me
We go out on the town
I buy a lot of rounds
I feel real done in
this asshole gets his second wind
Two sweet chicks at the bar
I’ve paid for all so far
He glances casually
asks what’s wrong with me
"Don’t shed no tears
just order four more beers"
I’m sitting all alone
looks like today is done
So pissed, can’t even stand
my head in my hands
Given everything away
Really down today
Like to make my way
maybe by Tuesday
No-one tells me
"Hey man, come with me"
I’m sitting all alone
No girl no beer no home
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13. |
Search & Destroy
02:55
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K.G.B. Tübingen, Germany
K.G.B. was founded in 1980.
1987 was their first US-tour from coast to coast, playing with bands such as
Circle Jerks, Zero Boys, Rhythm Pigs, Goo Goo Dolls and Bad Brains.
1997-album "Kraut Gringo Blitzkrieg" includes 14 tracks recorded with their friends from Toxic Reasons, Zero Boys and Sloppy Seconds in Indianapolis.
The new Millenium saw a totally renewed K.G.B. with 2005's “Fiesta Fiasko”.
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