Die Toten Hosen ballast der republik

A whole country kneels down and says: It tut us sorry
We admit we lost the war
But it's over now
It's clear to us that we have to atone
So that you forgive us
The nation is thrown out of the dice
And then divided by two
Some drink Coca-Cola
The others eat brick
Here they celebrate the economic miracle
And there is May 1st
But every day visits us
The same parasite
Everyone carries on their shoulders
The ballast of the republic
The old tanks have rusted
We are reunited
Today we are tormented by even more worries
The coal is being burned
We no longer have time
For politics and religion
If we believe in gods
Then wear it they jerseys
But every day visits us
The same parasite
In the head and on the shoulders
The ballast of the republic
It's like bad luck that sticks to us
/>The ballast of the republic
Ballast of the republic
In the clubs and on the streets
Everyone is so fed up
You dance until the morning
Yes the worries don't go away
And everyone blames hate
It's the old parasite
In the head and on the shoulders
The ballast of the republic
It's like bad luck, that sticks to us
The ballast of the Republic
Ballast of the Republic
Like bad luck that sticks to us
The ballast of the Republic