Love and the will to break
Barricade the doors
And fuck the guys outside
Close up all the windows
And cancel me that ride
I don´t like the morning
And I can´t stand the night
Let´s kill all the pigeons
And the neighbours we can find
Disconnect the telephone
It´s probably my mom
I´m raping little children
My birthday´s coming up
Not getting any younger
Still hate the Vatican
If those fuckers could find me
Death would be legalized
I´ll burn again you assholes!
The pain is half the fun
Surviving like an idiot
Back in the frying pan
Disconnect the telephone
It´s probably my mom
I´m raping little children
My birthday´s coming up
My brain was left behind me
There´s no wine in my cup
Can[t see the snow from here
I never had no guts
I don´t believe in music
I hate my lying rhyme
I only have one wish:
That love would never die!
Disconnect the telephone
It´s probably my mom
I´m raping little children
My birthday´s coming up.
