Verse 1
How many people have already tried it, have attacked us,
for what we stand for
Have tried everything to block our way
With the aim of seeing us hanging.
Doomed to fail, condemned to die
Haunted by the guardians of morality
We swim against the current, cross every limit,
disregard every tribunal.
Because we were pronounced guilty before the trial,
the verdict was certain from the start,
but it was realized too late that the one who was one step ahead
can no longer be convicted.
>Senile bureaucrats in control commissions,
who threaten us with bans and censorship,
don't turn us a rope, but go around in circles
and we keep turning the clock.
Prechorus< br/>I'll ask you again
Why are you so banal
What did you miss before
We'll show you what it is
Bazzooka 's in the house
We go straight ahead
Verse 2
We move in the border area, slipping on thin ice
On the edge of legality,
Because we don't conform to the norm, we don't fit into any drawer
and not in any marketing package.
We feel sick when we see how the masses are being taken for a ride, how the standard continues to drop,
when some hit zombie is coked up to his neck< br/>his playback performance is screwed up.
Nothing but intellectual diarrhea that pours over us
every day on the radio and TV
Schallali, Schallala and everyone swayes along
to the point of a cultural meltdown .
Hear nothing, see nothing, and above all, say nothing,
Talking is silver, remaining silent is golden.
But we will never be silent, because we do what we want,
there You bums can do whatever you want.
Prechorus 2
The German hit is beautiful
I saw it on TV
All the senseless dirt
We'll just blow it away< br/>Bazzooka's in the house
We're going straight ahead

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