Out Of Control

by K.G.B.

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1.
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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(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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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!
4.
Pay For Hell 03:13
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
5.
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
6.
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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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.)
8.
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
9.
Born Blond 02:37
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
10.
Wet Kiss 02:35
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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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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Crutch 02:51
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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released September 21, 1988

Hannes Koerber - vocals
Uli Gross - guitar, vocals
Lampe - bass
Ralf Wettemann - drums

Gottfried "Joove" Kress - Tapdance on Euskadi
Fritz Blessing - harps on Waldheims Pudel

produced by: K.G.B.
engineered & recorded by: Tom Krüger
MTS-Studio, Albstadt
Cover Art: Bodo Nassal
Layout: Hannes Koerber & Steffen Wild

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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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