1. |
Out Of Control
04:03
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OUT OF CONTROL
(Koerber / Gross)
A hammer at your temples
gluey yellow eyes
you still can't get up
after two feeble tries
Shaking like crazy
in a fever of cold sweat
your hands are numb and clammy
and your legs are made of lead
Spots before your eyes
short of breath and dizzy
find the Pepto-Bismol
cause your stomach's in a tizzy
That very first pull
really has you lit
everything's OK
no blood in your spit
Friday pissed, Sunday tanked
Monday plastered, Tuesday tight
anonymous you roam
more and more alone
such a sorry sight
Jump-start your motor
into overdrive
rage and horror
what a soggy life
The balance between
the abyss of excess
and the shakes of not-enough
you've always been a mess
The expected colic
won't make your life much brighter
the days are just as long
but some are tighter
You'd better stop drinking
is what the doctor said
went to another
he gave you the same rap
In sober fact
this madness has to stop
train of thought derailed
another daily flop
Compulsive drinking
out of control
you know it'll do you in
but it sooths your soul
The DTs are what
give you such a fright
a nip or dawn-lit session
the bottle gulps you every night
Mornings Lord of the Rings
face as white as talc
sticky with cold sweat
after hours without alc
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2. |
(Fear In The) Free World
01:39
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(FEAR IN THE) FREE WORLD
(Koerber / 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
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
where growing older leads to growing fears
where the weak are weeded out and smashed
and where do people mainline cash?
We'll rest well if we ignore
what's kept behind closed doors
Where have people lost their pride
shout "Hurray" for the U.S.A.
where chemicals are used to numb your brain
but the side-effects will leave you just the same
This fallacy will finish when
the world bleeds dry, what then?
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3. |
Amerikas Most Wanted
03:30
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AMERIKA’S MOST WANTED
(Koerber / Gross)
The wind howls in the windows
mom and dad recline
the kids are tucked in bed
and on TV: crime time
Millions of good citizens
lock up their houses tight
for fear of the strangler
and other creatures of the night
Mrs. White stretches out her legs
justice in her heart
her husband feels the same
the world’s falling apart
John Walsh, the dreamman
of every housewife
comes to your house after dark
For tips that lead to conviction
he scripples out a reward
The F.B.I. faces riddles
false leads hot on the trail
the bad guys that are caught
the end of the story will tell
John describes in details
how crime doesn’t pay
the criminal gets tracked-down
and the law has ist day
Tuesday first of May
Mr. Gold opens shop
he has the dowager’s diamond broach
his business is top-notch
John Walsh, the hypocrite
self-deluded
comes to your house after dark
For tips that lead to conviction
he scripples y o u a reward
Mr. Gold is out of luck
he lies in a pool of blood
Mrs. White grabs her Coor’s
and now gets really mad
With a sudden stroke of brilliance
she thinks of the man downstairs
this guy stays in bed all day
and dyes his hair bright green
He’s obviously degenerate
the worst she’s ever seen
John Walsh has helpers
for law and order
comes to your house after dark
For tips that lead to conviction
he scripples out a reward
The police, quick as lightning
Mrs. White gets on the phone
they get there in an instant
and knock the suspect down
Mr. And Mrs. White
earn their 15 hundred bucks
vacation in Miami
with the kids – what a luck!
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4. |
Pay For Hell
03:13
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PAY FOR HELL
(Koerber)
What did despair do to you
chased, cheated, stuck like glue
so many times you tried before
but you could never ever even up the score
Life will never be the same
no point in your trying
time for you to give-up lying
will you spin
before you hit the ground?
Your brain does what it wants with you
no more living left to do
bombed-out nightmares you've been through
A little step and no way back
throw away this living wreck
one last step towards self-respect
Your future ended long ago
disrobed faceless forms below
your pulse pounds with Thorazine
your teeth are clenched
your nerves scream
They tell you it's a crime
but you should have the right
to pay for hell
when cure is out of sight
One more drag of cigarette smoke
wet sweat, condemned to hope
What has despair turned you into
what has changed what once seemed true?
cut too shallow, too few pills
gas, gun, nothing kills
The circle flows, don't have no fear
says a distant inner voice unclear
instead of one you smoked them all
pack is empty, last call
A little jolt, will someone mourn
the very last time you feel alone
might've been better
not to have been born
A line of pictures rushes by
so many tears, your eyes are dry
God damn'it
kiss this life goodbye
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5. |
Down In The Hole
04:01
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DOWN IN THE HOLE
(Koerber / Gross)
Too long
done waste your time
killed your mind
stole your soul, no reason or rhyme
Your wife has filed for your devorce
life outside has turned from bad to worse
"You're coming with us
we're going downtown
read your Maranda Rights
Noone's gonna help you here
Down in the hole
you have to fight"
Howls
fading with the years
fall in the grips of desperation
as summer nears
Harrasment carried out, cold calculatedly
your sink is your toilet, a seperate reality
"Come with us, we're going downtown
no point in asking why"
Isolation, masturbation
kiss everything you've known good-bye
A one to three year stretch
is tough enough
a Nickels' time is twice as rough
Down in the hole
at every turn they call your bluff
Down in the hole you feel the cuff
Forgotten
games of liberty
daily consultations with eternity
Out of sight is out of mind
behave and they'll maybe knock-off some time
Some nights you think of suicides
swinging noose above
Good that mom can't see you now
she would kill you with her love
A one to three year stretch
is tough enough
a Nickels' time is twice as rough
Down in the hole
at every turn they call your bluff
Down in the hole you feel the cuff
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6. |
Waldheim's Poodle
02:48
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WALDHEIM’S POODLE
(Koerber / Gross)
I’m hanging round St. Stephan’s square
I’m waiting for my man
description:
scrawny, thin and grey
Today will be his end
Elected by his people
a ‚Führer‘ they can trust
They know they can rely on him
an emblem of their past
Days and nights on the train
twelve hours in the air
Cold steel by my side
my contract says it’s fair
his conscience pure as snow
His motives in the mud
his vest is white and always clean
until it’s stained with blood
He should be coming round the corner
where he walks his dog at nine
He’s an animal lover
like all faggots of his kind
Just a few steps closer
and I’ll have him in my sights
Suddenly pain in my leg
from a nasty poodle-bite
I killed the dog of the president
why did I only kill Waldheims‘ poodle
oh, I killed the dog of the president
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7. |
Holiday in Baskland
02:01
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HOLIDAY IN BASKLAND
(Koerber / Gross)
Blue skies, rocks and sand
white houses in the pastureland
Pelota played with bare hands
Holiday in Baskland
Galerna is just out to sea
you stand and face the wall
Corsicans, Irish, Basks and Kurds
the civilwar makes ist call
El que no baile es Policia Nacional
PKK and IRA
Corsica and ETA
Passport from Germany
Guernica’s reality
Your rule has caused a boiling rage
but now it’s time to turn the page
Franco’s police are still around
blood still running in the town
Galerna’s turning to the land
see weapons in their hands
Corsicans, Irish, Basks and Kurds
reclaiming their homelands
El que no baile es Policia Nacional
(translated with the help of David, M.D.C.)
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8. |
Happy Vacation
02:37
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HAPPY VACATION
(Koerber / Gross)
Happy vacation
we'd like to welcome you
with a juicy native cocktail
as a taste of dreams come true
The world's the biggest deal
without a trace of guilt
we spread our ass and fuck around
and leave behind what's spilt
Pass out some cigarettes
buy'em a few drinks
throw in just a little tip
and don't forget to wink
The finest Buddha statue
straight from a fairy tale
twelve exotic inches
once native now on sale
Picturesque and photogenic
these indian kids are sweet
in their colored rags
those geeks sure like to cheat
Your kicks are guaranteed
for your hard-earned pay
the sky's the only limit
if you're out to play
Days of sex in Bangkok
for just a thousand chips
the shorter the sweeter
in this adventurous trip
Thai chicks to order
who really do it all
yet untouched by tourists' hands
listen to them howl
Coppertone and USA TODAY
and the beach guards watch you play
Happy vacation
we'd like to welcome you
with a juicy native cocktail
as a taste of dreams come true
The world's the biggest deal
without a trace of guilt
we spread our ass and fuck around
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9. |
Born Blond
02:37
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BORN BLOND
(Koerber / 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 hypocrasy
Tell me what is left for me
in good old Germany
Millions had to die
for the Aryan lie
but old notions yesterday
have finally 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. |
Wet Kiss
02:35
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WET KISS
(Koerber / Gross)
I’ll take anything you give
that’s the way I live
Take me up, put me down
I still will be around
All I want is you
each and every day
Try to understand
What I’m trying to say
Your wet kiss
And your soft tongue
Your wet kiss
makes me wanna come
More than just this perfumed night
I would like to hold you tight
Run my fingers through your hair
Your skin’s so smooth in the night air
Your wet kiss
And your soft tongue
Your wet kiss
Makes me wanna come
Your wet kiss
is all I miss
Don’t step on me, don’t even try
Keep on stroking my throbbing fly
A mouth full of secrets
We got carried away
69 is here to stay
Without you I am out of luck
like a sail without a puff
Like a drake without a duck
like a junky with no stuff
Can’t distract me with TV
All I want is you’re with me
Don’t need professional consultation
Just mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
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11. |
Getting Away With Murder
02:49
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GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER
(Koerber / Koerber-Rousselle)
„I cannot remember
it’s been so long ago“
but it happens every f’n 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 embarrasment
Getting away with murder
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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12. |
Crutch
02:51
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CRUTCH
(Koerber / Gross)
I wanted action, got advice
accepted one, you gave it twice
Try to live on the edge of knife
you take my breath and steel my life
Can’t believe you once was hip
worn-out cheap comicstrip
You’re boring like a white-collar clerk
but don’t bore me you stupid jerk
Don’t you touch my crutch
don’t you think of me too much
Act in your own weird dreams
with punched cigarettes and amphetamines
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 need your care
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 your Benz
to fuck your rich bastard friends
I wanna stay wild until I die
Don’t wanna be your danger child
Don’t you touch my crutch
I just need to drink that much
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 near
I tell you I don’t f’n fear
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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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