die Reden werden scharfer, Sie vollziehen die Verbeugung vor den Stammtischen der Dorfer. Ref.: Oho, kein noch so tiefes Glas hat Zweck. Gegen all den Schmutz
: Ashes fly ashes burn The sun is black ain't no return Ashes fly ashes burn Over and over ain't no need to learn It's all dust on dust It's all
: I wanna be dirty cuz i don't about the clothes I wear I'll be dirty on the street to feel alive it makes me feel alive when i'm dirty i feel clean
: Ooh, I've been dirt And I don't care Ooh, I've been dirt And I don't care 'Cause I'm burning inside 'Cause I'm burning inside I'm the fire of life
: Dirty streets and dirty deals Doesnt need thinking about Nor when you're eating your home-cooked meals but Actually it fucking does Dirty streets and
: Alone you find yourself just hanging, and to fill the hole you cling to all that seems, to hide the little girl that crying, underneath the rage
: "God made dirt and dirt don't hurt!" Funny thing about a garden Beauty lives within its gates Bugs and thorns and weeds, they grow there But they
: Paul Westerberg Dirt to Mud As long as my veins are flowing with blood Sure as the rain Turns the dirt into mud As long as there's blood In my veins
: It's been a long time since I've been spoken to you Was it the right time? Your current troubles and you know they'll get much worse I hope you know
: "Santa Pauli! Datatatata, Datatatata, Datatatata, Santa Pauli, Datatatata, Datatatata, Datatatata, Santa Pauli! Ich schlag auf den Schlagzeug, Schlagzeug
: The fire starts Can you hear the sound? Of the kids all calling' I won't hold this crown Me and your friends, We run this town And keep on calling
so schmutzig, und doch so schon Oh du meine Phantasie Du bist so schmutzig, wie weit willst Du geh'n Bleib mir treu, verlass mich nie Du bist so schmutzig
It's been a long time, since I've spoken to you Was it the right time? Your current troubles, and you know, they'll get much worse I hope you know how
Dirty streets and dirty deals Doesnt need thinking about Nor when you're eating your home-cooked meals but Actually it fucking does Dirty streets and
When I was a little boy Daddy used to say to me "Son, we got a lot of land We got a lot of work to be done Go get your marbles put 'em in the house Tear
Extremities confusing me Affect me night and day Fascinated, devastated Critical decade Vanishing greenery, changing scenery Yet somehow I accept Extremities
By day we're dormant Because it's too hot outside now Nocturnal notions As we leave or cocoons Antennae tuned to inhuman vibrations Shaping the cities
I looked across the North Sea And the sea looked so dead I wondered what this place would look like In the next twenty years But where I'm living All
