Tekst :

He says he doesn t careto the girl with the painted hairand staggers through the angry crowdlike it isn t therefeels like a wall of soundas he crashes downno one stops to look when he hits the ground
We re the nouveau richon a one way tripliving out on a razor s edgejust to get our kickswe re gonna take a standtill the world is in our handsand if we win or losewe don t give a damn
Hollow people living empty liveslooking vacant in the neon lightswho needs the truthwhen you can live a lie?can t stop now, it s too late cos we re running blindtill the end comes like a thunderand we all fall underno one gives a damncome on now, let s meet the end
He tries to make it homehead like a block of stonehis eyes are so closed up nowhis arm so full of dopethere is nowhere to runhe cries out but no one comesin the back of some dark alleyhe dies alone
Hollow people living empty liveshearts feel nothing in the neon lightsfeelings here are so cheap these daysthey don t mean a thingno one really careswhether we lose or if we winyeah -- we re the angry youthdon t wanna be like youyeah -- we re the nouveau richeyeah -- we gotcha in our gripthere s no escape for you cos we re running blind
Yeah, we re the angry youthdon t wanna be like youwe ve got your bridges crossedwe won -- you lostit s the end

Baby, Baby, Oh
Do you want to see me
Never really want to fight the feeling
And I like the colour of your eyes
Baby baby
Many times the words are spoken
No doubt somebody will decide

Play me
And strum me like a guitar
Play me
You make me wanna ooh ah
Play me
Oh baby baby keep me moving
On and...

Where is this fiend you are denying
What is this tool you ve been in distant lands
With frigid eyes some one can see you
Your inner self, that you could never stand.

For now you are what you have longed be
forgotten light - forgotten in your fear
Threw out...

The words you never cared to say
I want to find a better place
When we rely on something more than this
And even as I try to sleep
I’m looking for my best friends
I’m tired of all the people I’m seeing through
(The) Same idea…
It makes me...

Okay haben alle ein Bier?
In einer Reihe aufstellen. Ich mach vor.

Wir singen Ramba, Zamba, Samba, ole.

Von der Mitte zur Titte zum Sack. Zack, Zack.
Von der Mitte zur Titte zum Sack. Zack, Zack.
Von der Mitte zur Titte
der Mitte zur Titte
der Mitte zur Titte zum...

If only we talked it out a little more
You might never have gone away
If only I tried
Instead of making for the door
You?d be loving me still today
And if I?d only been a little wiser

You knew I knew...