Ich hab lange überlegt, wie dieser Song geht
Soviel nachgedacht bis spät in die Nacht
Gefeilt und gestylt, probiert, arrangiert
Für den perfekten Hit, denn dann singen alle mit

Ich brauch diese Hookline
nach der muss jeder verrückt sein
So´n bisschen witzig, so´n bisschen bunt
Dann haben ihn alle bald im Mund
Den Song ohne Grund

Und ich lernte Paul McCartney kennen
Konnt´ zu Hause bei ihm pennen
Wo er früher mit John Lennon die größten Hits
geschrieben hat

Er zeigte mir die größten Tricks
ohne die läuft nun mal nichts
das war so gut ich sagte "Paul
das ist so schön bei dir"
und er meinte: "Olli eins noch und das merke Dir"

Du brauchst diese Hookline
nach der muss jeder verrückt sein
So´n bisschen witzig so´n bisschen bunt
Dann haben ihn alle bald im Mund
deinen Song ohne Grund

You can't kill the metal
The metal will live on
Punk-Rock tried to kill the metal
But they failed, as they were smite to the ground
New-wave tried to kill the metal
But they failed, as they were stricken down to the ground
Grunge tried to kill the metal Ha,hahahahaha
They failed, as they were thrown to the ground
Aargh! yeah!

No-one can destroy the metal
The metal will strike you down with a vicious blow
We are the vanquished foes of the metal
We tried to win for why we do not know

New-wave tried to destroy the metal, but the metal had its way
Grunge then tried to dethrone the metal, but metal was in the way
Punk-rock tried to destroy the metal, but metal was much too strong
Techno tried to defile the metal, but techno was proven wrong
Yea!

Metal!
It comes from hell!

Alles fühlt sich so fremd an,
Doch wir sind beide per Du.
Du schweigst so gerne.
Ich hör so gerne zu.

Immer dann, wenn du fort musst,
wünscht ich, du würdest bleiben,
denn du kennst meinen Teufel
und du kannst ihn austreiben
...kannst ihn austreiben!

Schritt für Schritt
folg ich deinen Worten.
Schritt für Schritt
geh ich mit dir mit,
denn ich weiß, du kennst Gefühle,
die sind mir selber unbekannt.

Du machst dir viele Sorgen,
was ich nicht ändern kann,
doch der Mut meiner Dummheit
bringt uns beide voran
bringt uns beide voran!

Immer dann, wenn du Angst hast,
werd ich größer und laut.
Wir tragen uns beide
ganz langsam hier raus
...langsam hier raus!

Schritt für Schritt
folgst du meinen Worten.
Schritt für Schritt
gehst du mit mir mit,
denn du weißt, ich kenn Gefühle,
die sind dir selber unbekannt.

I´m travelling
The wonderful loneliness
Of the headphone silence
Feels like noone can see me
They see right through me
Cuts me off
From the rest of the world

The useless strangers
Sharing my time and space
They might hear my humming
My tapping of fingers anyway
At least I have my thoughts all to myself
My content and the view outside

I see a rainbow complete
Resting its feet on the hill and the ground
Works as an illustration to the sound
This is a whole in time
A couple of hours when the day is
More abstract than usually
I star in this movie
I play the part and unify
With the soundtrack in my head
It could be morning it could be night
I could be anywhere
The headphone silence
Which fills my head

I'm David Makalaster
Your ten o'clock newscaster
My lips are moving faster than
My mind can comprehend

I'm David Makalaster
Your ten o'clock newscaster
Some call me Mr. Mcaly-Mouth
But think of me as friend

If you believe the things I tell you
I've a bridge or two to sell you
And since I've cut my intake down
My liver's on the mend

'Cause I'm David Makalaster
Your ten o'clock newscaster
Good evening and here's what's new

Isn't it awfully nice
To live in a world
Where everything's exactly how it seems

We live in a world
Where all you have to do
Is sit around and dream

About the things that make ya happy
The things that make ya smile
Lay back, relax
Apathy's back in style


I'm David Makalaster
Your ten o'clock newscaster
And I firmly execute
Every word I say

I'm David Makalaster
Your ten o'clock newscaster
Only 6% of America
Thinks that I am gay

If you believe the things I tell you
I've a bridge or two to sell you
And if you see the spider
Don't spill your cords and whey

'Cause I'm David Makalaster
Your ten o'clock newscaster
Good evening and here's what's new

Isn't it awfully nice
To live in a world
Where everything's exactly how it seems

We live in a world
That strokes you in the fire
To build up steam

We live in a world
Where all you have to do
Is sit around and dream

About the things that make ya happy
The things that make ya smile
Lay back, relax
Apathy's back in style
Apathy's back in style

I'm David Makalaster
Your ten o'clock newscaster
Good evening and here's what's new

Having spent your entire life exactly where you are tonight in
the valley between intent and deed, you

must have mastered this, the fragile art of a good excuse, the
little things that get you to believe.

That get you to believe.

So listen, I'm not trying to prove anything at all here, but
don't you think that maybe, this time, you were wrong?

You've spent your entire life quick-tongued and always right.

Hasn't being right just let you down?

Right just lets you down.

So listen, I'm not trying to say anything at all here.

There isn't much let, anyway, that hasn't been said.

But don't you think that possibly, this time, it's different?

Don't you think that maybe, this time, you were wrong?

believe in the lie
of the big eyeball in the sky

billy, watch what your saying,
billy, watch what you do
billy, best lay back and watch the wide screen
believin' all of it's true

believe in the lie
of the big eyeball in the sky

susie on the computer
susie in the commode
susie stuck her fingers down her throat
after chowing down a big bowl of rocky-road

in the pages of cosmo
they like 'em waify and thin
now wouldn't it be nice if calvin klein
helped susie wipe the vomit from her chin?

believe in the lie
of the big eyeball in the sky

now granny likes her media
she likes it nice and hard
when her soaps are on tv
she buys it by the yard
gramps in the room
saying it's a bunch of crap

watching football games for hours
with tortillas on his lap

now me like my media
i like it nice and thick
throwing options on the wall
to see which ones will stick

but to formulate opinions
from what i see, is a joke
because american tv's owned
by pepsi and by coke

believe in the lie
of the big eyeball in the sky

The mind's conceit has conquered all the real beauty
Grinning from a mask of hollowed bone
Where a human is somewhere to be found
But where I don't know
And things couldn't be better
From behind the halls we cannot pass
Hear the muffled traces of a boyish laugh
Hear the monster screaming "what have I become?"
Before his looking-glass
And things couldn't be better
This is one fine life
This is one fine wine
This is one fine wife
This is one fine lie
And things couldn't be better
They are the best

My beloved monster and me
We go everywhere together
Wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves
Gets us through all kinds of weather

She will always be the only thing
That comes between me and the awful sting
That comes from livin' in a a world that's so damn mean

My beloved monster is tough
If she wants she will disrobe you
But if you lay her down for a kiss
Her little heart it could explode

She will always be the only thing
That comes between me and the awful sting
That comes from livin' in a world that's so damn mean

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