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1. Dick the Strangulator |
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Franco Colombo - Vocals & Bass; Daniel Tanner - Guitar; Martin Prazak - Guitar; Claude Neuenschwander - Keyboards; Michel Lehner - Bass; Samuel Neukomm - Drums |
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This is Dick the wickedest Strangulator Holler to you people kick you off your vibrators Hit the butts of all the buttimen-investigators Make their heads rotate like fake ventilators Some later I will go down where the underground's gone Where never the sun shone no single sunray came along Never go there alone if you're not strong But that's where I come from and why I can hit you all like a bomb And that's the reason why I'm called the king of G I can kill all the enemies who keep on following me Got a gun so long that it reaches my knee see: I'm the king of G a And that's what all the little Coolios want to be That's right how I'm living and that's what makes rough a man rough: that's what I am as rough as just one man can Now A good strangulator needs to be hard & cool Because when you're strangling it's coolness that rules But now my last victim called me a weak fool So I go looking for Dr. Sniedel and ask him what to do I say: "Mr. Doctor gimme some medicine! Because my last victim said I piss my pants! I'm in a state of weakness, I'm like a man of plasticine and I even got no pair of Levi's jeans!" Then he says: "Well, Mr. Dick Strangulator, if you want to get hard You have to enter the refridgerator Shut the door, start the rotator & some later You'll come out and you'll surely feel greater!" That's right what I did Because that's what makes hard a man Hard: that's what I am As hard as just one can stand That's right what I did Because that's what makes so hard a man But I am just a dick and I'm as stiff as shit Because I am far too cool and far too hard Oh I am just a dick & it really makes me sick Because I am far too hard and just can't start to work
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Stairs slowly unwind Down into the dark where you Stare into the shine Of polished wood and taste The bad smell of wasted time Left rotting Through all of those years -was it all mine? But you know who always takes it And who will always Draw back and hide inside a hole A life as a bad rhyme of retreat Give up and lose Failure and defeat Elbows and backs Pushing you around Feet on a face That doesn't make a sound Crack in a good self-convincing smile Bend down and say Everything goes right Look to the hand that gave you The blow Shake it and take a turd from it As gold Know it so well It's the thorn that will keep you bleeding Burst in a shell Cuz noone sees it And noone tastes the smell
You took out all the light of the sun Knowing well So well What you'd done I stood there still waving goodbye With my hands Empty, old and dryWill I know where the place is to be I don't know where those feelings grow And I can see what's there But then still you can't see It's the one thing That's never shown Where's that bottle you took away from me? Where's it gone What left me here to bleed? Sigh When madness makes you cry And darkness fills your arse Until you burst and die Will I know where the place is to be I don't know where those feelings grow And I can see what's there But then still you can't see It's the one thing That's never shown
How many times I waited for insanity But insanity Didn't come I'd like to hit you But I'm afraid that there's no use I'd like to hit you But I'm afraid that there's no you Try not to see me Turning waste Between my hands And faking what you lent Try not to hear my voice That's running just like sand While my ears Just can't make it end
One ear makes Just one head And one head makes just One big headache So see my hate Duplicate Until you feel it shot Straight into your face
How many times I woke up at night To feel your breath rising to my face
blind
But down in the dark end Of the room You were peering at me
With MY smile
I've tried to hit you But I'm afraid that there's no use
I never missed you But my hits Wouldn't make you bend They just hurt inside my hand And now it's My face that's bleeding I can hear you Laughing from the end For you know that We'll meet again Sometimes I can see you crying Right then Your just a frown before my eyes And you feel I just have to know it's mine
I can't stand The way I have to look at you I'm freezing at your glance I love you now But do you love me too? Oh I should have made my move I guess The first time that I looked into your eyes Well I know that it takes time Now I know what you're going through But I still hope that you feel it too Deep inside -tonight Just let it down And I'll take it up To your eyes Give place to love And you'll face it from behind inside you I'm laying on my knees With my hands clung around your feet And then I touch your waist And feel its warmth Run over my face Oh I love the look of slight surprise Suddenly showing up in your eyes When you feel it from behind And when you sit by the fireplace Your beauty shines so bright And there's no trace Of the physical decay On what used to be your face Just let it down And I'll lick it up From your thighs Wait for your sound And I'll know I'm right in time now Just pour it all out And I'll smear it on my frown aah, aaaah yeah baby |
Es ist nicht schön, wenn man böse Witze über alte Leute erzählt
Turn off the light turn on the screen Sit back relax Lean back into your seat Turn off your mind Turn hand to head And then you feel ready to meet it Face to face with your own world Stuck in the rotations Of the multi-coloured turd All across the sea of pictures With out leaving a trace but your taste That blends the mixture Get ready for a sweet piece of caress Enter the kingdom Of the nasty teenage goddess Stretch out your legs as they slowly undress Until they give you the rest And now it feels like I've just sucked a cock Of a little teenage fuck Named Daisy Duck Plugged with a cockroach in the backwards approach i'm beef retort poach And when you try to reach me You can't grab me Beneath the miles of sheets You'll never get me And I can't hear what you're saying I feel you must be swaying I feel you must be wrong You may look sick now but you know you're not Hypochondria turning you to psychosomatic rot Black dot your navel sunk into your waist And you know that you made the taste And now Life tastes shit and so do you God is an Arsehole and a psychosomatic attitude So pay for your sins and scratch your skin Until it'll peel And the bruises will hurt so real You scream like an alarmclock But you won't keep me awake And when you try to reach me You can't grab me Beneath the miles of sheets You'll never get me No pain can sting so often To keep me bleeding A smile's enough to soften Every scream And I can't hear what you're saying I feel you must be swaying I feel you must be wrong YOU MUST BE WRONG
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