Some people live
Stumbling in the darkness
Moving through the world, they look for answers
Lost little sheeps
Walking near the cliff top
If it was quite windy, they’d go over
You’re not one of those
You know who you are
You don’t even care what people think
The time has arrived
Hold on to your body
We believe you’re ready
It’s a rock ‘n roll concert
And I’m a rock ‘n’ roll monster
I can’t control my hands and feet
When I hear that monster beat
Somewhere in the city
Lives a Monster in a hole
He likes to party
He’s hairy, he’s scary
He loves rock ‘n roll
Early in the morning,
Noises stir him from his dreams
He hears something in the distance
Hey wakes up and he screams
It’s a rock ‘n roll concert
And I’m a rock ‘n’ roll monster
I can’t control my hands and feet
When I hear that monster beat
He’s so excited
He puts on his Monster sneakers
He knows what he’s hungry for
It’s drums, guitars
Coming through the speakers
Stomping on the cars
As he’s walking though the street
He finds DIE ROTEN PUNKTE
And the music he’s gonna eat
It’s a rock ‘n roll concert
And I’m a rock ‘n roll monster
I can’t control my hands and feet
When I hear that monster beat
I like to take my monster out
I like to make him dance
Oh, no too much rock
Oh, no too much roll
Rock ‘n’ Roll Monster
It’s a rock ‘n roll concert
And I’m a rock ‘n’ roll monster
Oooh…Monster
Rock ‘n’ Roll Monster
I was alone listening to sad songs
They were soppy
Even my hands were confused
They went floppy
I saw you selling records on the street
You liked Bowie
I hope I don’t mess this up
Let’s not take it slowly
Don’t leave me hangin’
Let’s get Rock Bangin’
I’m lookin’ at you, you’re lookin’ at me
We’re crazy, Rock Bang!
Wanna do it again, Wanna do it again
Get ready, Rock Bang!
We stayed out dancing till the sun came up
Now I’m hungry
Then you walked me to my door
I had no money
I can’t wait until tomorrow night
Was she winking?
There’s just one thing I want to do
I like your thinking
Don’t leave me hangin’
Let’s get Rock Bangin’
I’m lookin’ at you, you’re lookin’ at me
We’re crazy, Rock Bang!
Wanna do it again, Wanna do it again
Get ready, Rock Bang!
Oh, Oh, Oh. Rock Bang!
Oh, Oh, Oh. Rock Bang!
Wanna do it again, wanna do it again,
Wanna do it again
I like your fingers
Wanna do it again, wanna do it again,
Wanna do it again
I love your smell
Wanna do it again, wanna do it again,
Wanna do it again
Here comes your friends
Wanna do it again, wanna do it again,
Wanna do it again
Let’s show and tell
I’m lookin’ at you, you’re lookin’ at me
We’re crazy, Rock Bang!
Wanna do it again, Wanna do it again
Get ready, Rock Bang!
Oh, Oh, Oh. Rock Bang!
Oh, Oh, Oh. Rock Bang!
Young silver machine, ready for work
FedEx-ed to the jungle by a lazy clerk
Instead of living in Detroit putting on tyres
He put his head out the box
He was surrounded by lions
He said…
Ich bin nicht ein Roboter
I am a lion
Raar
He felt really great
They made him one of the pack
But the people came got him
And they took him right back
(He wasn’t happy in back in that factory)
He said, “I don’t belong here
It’s a terrible bungle
I wanna go home
I’m the king of the jungle”
“Are you listening to me…”
Ich bin nicht ein Roboter
I am a lion
Raar
It’s the music of the future
It’s the music of industry
And it makes me want to dance
I meet new people all the time
I spend most of my day on-line
And there’s a lot of really nice people out there
But the problems in the world, they don’t care
I wanna meet a punk rock girl
Who thinks about the problems in the world
She’ll love The Ramones, Iggy Pop and The Clash
But she’ll hate drinking caffeine or alcohol or eating animals or smoking hash
I know we’ll meet some day
And to you, this song, I’ll play
You’re my Straight Edge Girl
My Straight Edge Girl
You look great in tight black jeans
And you always vote for the greens
You read Naomi Klein’s “No Logo”
Listening to The Cramps and doing the Pogo
You tell your papa you won’t go fishin’
Cause you’re more interested in vegetable nutrition
You play bass in a new-wave band
And you draw a big black X on your hand
You’re cool and you’re thoughtful
You’re strange and you’re divine
You’re political and you’re beautiful
You’re straight-edge and you’re mine
I meet new people all the time
But none of them are you and I’m still
Waiting for the day we meet I’m
Dreaming of the beans we’ll eat
I know we’ll never fall apart
You’ll make a party in my heart
Listening to all your favourite bands
Staying up and holding hands
I know we’ll meet some day
And to you, this song, I’ll play
You’re my Straight Edge Girl
My Straight Edge Girl
Oh my god, yeah
Oh my god, yeah
Oh my god, yeah
Oh my god, yeah
Early misty morning
November morning
A house in the woods
And the rain is falling on the house
And a big black crow feeds on a mouse
Inside her bedroom window
Sleeps the Girl with long black hair
She sits up in her bed
Stomach like a bucket of eels
She knows it’s her birthday
It’s her birthday and she’s twelve
She wants to know if her parents are awake
Noises from parent’s room
Floorboards creaking
Something knocks against the wall
Bedsprings are wheezing
Like an old man dying
She slowly opens the heavy door
And she sees her Papa’s hairy sweating back
His hands hold her Mama down
But the Mama, she is smiling
Smiling like an angel
Is Mama happy or she in pain?
Breath puffing out like a steam train
And the train it comes along the track
‘Cause there ain’t gonna be no turning back
And The 4:15 To Spandau Will Not Run Today
No The 4:15 To Spandau Will Not Run Today
Playing by herself in the attic
Sits the Girl with the long black hair
With her little rag doll
Her mama climbs up the old wooden ladder
And says, “Happy birthday my darling”
“We’re going to the zoo”
“We’re leaving for the station”
“Get ready, and your brother too”
“And you should stitch that little rag doll”
“Or her arm will surely fall apart”
And the Girl says, “I will, Mama”
But she knows she won’t
She likes it just the way it is
It’s crooked mouth
It’s button eyed stare
The Boy is playing with his train set
He dreams of being an engine driver
He pushes that train
Through a tunnel
Round the bend
He’s making noises
Of the train
It’s time to go
He doesn’t hear her
We’re going to the zoo
And he can’t wait to ride that train
‘Cause he wants to see the lion’s mane
And the train it comes along the track
But there ain’t gonna be no turning back
And The 4:15 To Spandau Will Not Run Today
No The 4:15 To Spandau Will Not Run Today
The family walks to the station
A short cut through the woods
Hand in hand, through the fog
Hand in hand, as family’s do
Hand in hand, through the mud
Hand in hand, to the zoo
The Girl holds one arm of the little rag doll
And the Mother holds the other
The little rag doll is being pushed and pulled
And one of its button eyes falls off into a puddle
And the girl, with her other hand squeezes the Boy’s hand too tight
And the Boy is thinking about the lions
And he feels the sharp pain and pulls her long black hair
And the Girl squeals and says, “It’s my birthday!”
Yeah, and the Papa says, “Hurry or we’re gonna miss the train”
And the Papa slaps the back of the Boy’s head
And says, “Leave your sister alone!”
Yeah well…
The Boy puts his hands in his pockets
And then he kicks a stone
And then he spits on the ground
And he can’t wait to ride the train
From his Papa’s hand he feels the pain
And the train it comes along the track
‘Cause there ain’t gonna be no turning back
And The 4:15 To Spandau Will Not Run Today
No The 4:15 To Spandau Will Not Run Today
As the family come out through the woods
The fog is getting thicker and they can hardly see
The Papa steps out on to the tracks
The Mama steps out on to the tracks
The train is coming ’round the bend
The Driver is thinking of his wife
As he reaches down for his lunch
He unwraps the package
It’s a cold Weisswurst
His favorite sausage
His mouth is wet
He can’t wait to take a bite
And the Girl with the long black hair
She can hear that train
And she looks up, but she can’t see
The Driver licks his lips
He straightens up as he opens his mouth
But he sees the family on tracks
He drops his sausage to the dirty floor
The Girl, she screams
And yanks on the arm of her little rag doll
To pull her mother back to safety
But the stitches fall away
And the arm comes off in her mother’s hand
And the Girl hears her mother’s voice
“You should stitch that little rag doll”
“Or her arm will surely fall apart”
The Mother falls forward with the Papa
The Driver sees the Mama’s eyes
The Driver’s thinking of his wife
His wife home safe in their house
He pulls on the break, but it’s too late
And as the breaks were screaming
The Girl with the long black hair just stood there
And in her hand was the little rag doll with the missing arm
And she runs home through the woods
Dragging the boy behind her
She runs up the stairs to her parent’s room
Puts on her Mother’s dressing gown and climbs into her bed
The Boy moves his single bed
Scraping it along the floor into her room
The Boy crawls into his sister’s bed
And they fall into a deep sleep
A year long nightmare
A nightmare of lions and trains
A nightmare of blood and rain
The Red Dots…and the little rag doll
And the people in Spandau wonder, “Where’s that train?”
As they stand on the platform in the pouring rain
The train doesn’t come along the track
And there ain’t gonna be no turning back
And The 4:15 To Spandau Will Not Run Today
No The 4:15 To Spandau Will Not Run Today
The game of life can be hard for all of us
Just living each day knowing who to trust
But, I’ll teach you this song
And you can all sing along
Because tomorrow, you could be stabbed
Get cancer, pushed of a cliff
Or even hit by a bus
So!
Drink, drink, drink while you can
Leave all your troubles behind
Don’t be pains in the asses
Let’s fill up our glasses
You’ll be dead for a very long time!
I met a stripper called Gina from Italy
Who jumped out of cakes, in the nude, quite athletically
One night while the party was waiting
Inside, she was suffocating
The chef had iced her in, a little too, enthusiastically
So!
Drink, drink, drink while you can
Leave all your troubles behind
Don’t be pains in the asses
Let’s fill up our glasses
You’ll be dead for a very long time!
I knew a fire-eater from Bavaria, his name was Fritz
He liked to breathe his hot breath on my ass and tits
But at the circus one evening
His lunch kept repeating
And he blew his beautiful tattooed body to bits
So!
Drink, drink, drink while you can
Leave all your troubles behind
Don’t be pains in the asses
Let’s fill up our glasses
You’ll be dead for a very long time!
I had a cousin, elephant-keeper was his occupation
His animal suffered from extreme constipation
He gave him 60 litres of prune juice
He looked behind but Dumbo let loose
And he was buried alive under his bowel evacuation
So!
Drink, drink, drink while you can
Leave all your troubles behind
Don’t be pains in the asses
Let’s fill up our glasses
You’ll be dead for a very long time!
My music is everywhere
My words are everywhere
My body is everywhere
My face everywhere
I go to the airport, pick up a magazine
And my face is on the front cover
But there’s all these arrows pointing to my face
Saying nasty things about me
Like I drink to much alcohol
And taking to many drugs
And having too much fun
Well you know where you can stick your arrows
Your newspaper cuts
Will never hurt me
My music is everywhere
My words are everywhere
My body is everywhere
My face everywhere
Yeah, well I’m in the recording in the studio
And the engineer is reading the newspaper
And I see my face on page 3
Yeah, it says I’ve got an eating disorder
And it’s making me depressed
So I don’t eat a Schnitzel or Beef Burger
But look how happy I am
Your newspaper cuts
Will never hurt me
People, are you believing
What your reading. Oh no
Why do they need to
Keep repeating that misleading photo
Doesn’t matter anyway
Yeah, we’ve got each other
You and me Otto, against the world
Yeah, and no one can take that away from us
My music is everywhere
My words are everywhere
My body is everywhere
My face everywhere
But every now and then
They don’t completely screw it up
We were in New York City
About to play on live TV
And we’re standing backstage
I can hear this guy say “Ladies and Gentlemen”
“Would you please make some noise…”
“For the Best Band In The World!”
And that’s true
Hey there people got a message for you
Listen up now, tell you what to do
It won’t take long to make a decision
I wanna be a Super Musician
I am super when I strum my guitar
I am super when I hit my drums
Together we are Super Musikanten
From our instruments the super music comes
Super Musikant (Super)
I wanna be a super musician
Super Musikant (Super)
I wanna push my rock in you
Quit your job, run away from school
Hey kids, that’s not so cool
Play the gig with all your heart
Drink a beer and light a fart
I am super when I’m on the mic
I was super when I passed out on the floor
Together we are Super Musikanten
The most super of the super, that’s for sure
Super Musikant (Super)
I wanna be a super musician
Super Musikant (Super)
I wanna push my rock in you
Super Musikant
I wanna be a super musician
Super Musikant
I wanna push my rock…
In, in, in, you
Su, per, Mu, si, kant, kant, kant, kant
I am super when I strum my guitar
I am super when I hit my drums
Together we are Super Musikanten
From our instruments the super music comes
Super Musikant (Super Musikant)
I wanna be a super musician
Super Musikant (Super)
I wanna push my rock in you
I wanna push my rock in you
Die Roten Punkte, Die Roten Punkte
Die Roten Punkte, Die Roten Punkte
Oooh Baby, Baby
H, h, h, honey
C, c, c, c’mon
Oooh yeah
F, f, f, fever
B, b, b, bus stop
D, d, d, dancing
Oooh yeah
Best band in the world
Best band in the world
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Die Roten Punkte, Die Roten Punkte
Die Roten Punkte, Die Roten Punkte
D, d, d, dreamer
M, m, m, monster
N, n, n, nightmare
Oooh yeah
P, p, p, party
D, d, d, dancefloor
C, c, c, cupcake
Oooh yeah
Best band in the world
Best band in the world
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Die Roten Punkte, Die Roten Punkte
Die Roten Punkte, Die Roten Punkte
Let’s Go!
Sh, sh, sh, shake it
B, b, b, bake it
Sm, sm, sm, smooth it
Oooh yeah
N, n, n, need it
T, t, t, touch it
H, h, h, hotdog
Oooh, oooh, oooh yeah
Best band in the world
Best band in the world
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Die Roten Punkte, Die Roten Punkte
Die Roten Punkte, Die Roten Punkte