Klassiker.
Ein Quarantäne-Konzert.
Keine Iros, keine Nieten, kein Biergeruch
Take a ride, an express lane to your doom
Point me to the sky above I can get there on my own
Gloria, I smell it on your breath
I’ve got a tea in my hand and I'm tryna do stuff
Then came the churches, then came the schools, Then came the lawyers, then came the rules.
A little voice inside my head said: "Don't look back, you can never look back".
Two steps forward, three steps back, Without warning, heart attack.
Well, I never want to see you unhappy, I thought you'd want the same for me.
Ich bin über zehntausend Jahre alt
