Half past twelve and school is over,
but Hans isn't going home that soon.
He wants to experience something.
Mother works until four anyway
in the factory, and he stood in front of a locked door,
he's had enough of that for a long time.
Refrain:
And then he's standing in the gaming room, our hero, paying his
money.
Then he feels really bad.
Then the ice-cold warrior stands at the killing machine.
Fight the final battle privately.
Our lone player remains a loser forever. Mark far Mark.
No jobs at the employment office.
Total frustration, Peter can't see any land again.
He's had enough of this for a long time.
He's overcome with anger and it pisses him off,
He's looking for something where he can vent,
He wants to experience something.
Chorus
Star Wars, him against everyone, that's his world.
Live and let live, just as he pleases.
Everyone is an electronic corpse, he didn't pay for it.
Our killer star stands there with his legs apart,
and he shoots and bangs from ambush.
With a precision that spares no one, he clears the path
for himself.
Refrain 2:
Then he feels really bad.
He stands at the killing machine, emotionless and cold.
Fight the final battle privately.
Our ice-cold warrior will always be a loser.
Refrain 2
Mark far Mark