Verse 1
Every evening at 10, this woman from my neighborhood drives off quickly, so that she can make it to the night bar on time
Her husband is at home, unemployed for years
sits in front of the TV every night with her daughter on her lap
The little one is 12 and she loves her dog
Dad bought it for her and I know why
because her dad loves her, almost every night
Her childhood was over when she was just eight
Love turns into pain, affection turns into torment
Out of torment grows hate, with each subsequent time
Brutal, without scruples, this piece of dirt takes
what he wants, when he wants it, but I discovered him
and now he's sitting here in the basement and asking I still wonder why
I stand in front of him and say turn around
Yes, exactly, the two guys standing behind you
You certainly have the film Pulp Fiction seen
Refrain
Everyone gets what they deserve
either way
Every sin is atoned for,
either way
Verses 2
He's one of those wankers who knows brilliantly how to avoid conflicts through his cowardice.
He never steps out from the protection of the mob
never shouts the slogans alone, only in choir.
He goes to the left because everyone goes to the left,
he goes to the right because everyone goes to the right,
he watches because everyone watches,
he hits because everyone hits.
And that's how it was on that fateful day
when he hit, even though his victim had long since been lying on the ground.
Over and over again, always hanging Harder, with every blow, he became less interested in who was in front of him. But his opponent, of all people, belonged to the group of people he now knows , at any price,
If you meet someone like this, you hit one, you hit everyone,
You can see how unhealthy it ends in his case.
Refrain
Everyone gets, what he deserves
either way
Every sin is atoned for,
either way
Verses 3
The thirst for revenge allows the victims to live on,< br/>hunting for the perpetrator to give him back what he imposed on them, all the pain, all the torment.
Their retribution will be harsh and cruel.
and the day of judgment will come,
All pleading and regret will then be of no use
Guilt is a virus that destroys the soul.
The cries of the victims can still be heard forever ¶rt.

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