Counterstrike, Markus Merk, mp3s, Courtney Love
Your parents, my parents, wind and weather, all parents
Metal bands, Slipknot fans, bossa nova, sixty-eight,
eighty-nine, ball and flat and of course Yoko Ono
Always looking for,
the search for the culprits.
It always has to be someone.
One has to be all alone
Recognize and name.
Yoko Ono and her fans,
Nineeleven, Egon Krenz,
Egon Krenz and hip-hop bands
Hip-hop bands and techno fans
Know each other. The neighbor's child,
Internet and Larry Flint,
The bad summer, bad winter.
Human children.
Language was invented around,
invented around the others,
To switch off the others only:
Who is stopping whom?
Recognize and name.
Refrain: (2x)
Too tender, too hard,
Too soft, too rich, too same,
Too fat, too thin,
Too stupid, too dumb, too crooked,
So what? Healthy!
Recognized, named, burned,
Too small, too big,
Too stupid, just sayin',
Too pale, too blatant,
Too black, too knows,
That's it,
And I would stop if
Stopping means it stops.
Hotel mommy, full board.
Dream job, daddy's son.
/>Middle class, dance of death,
But our world remains whole.
A murmur goes through the crowd,
what a shitty crowd!
The good thing about bad times:
Saddle the horses, ride on.
Something that tears to pieces.
Something that bonds together.
A patchwork that is called life
and proves the opposite
of what is.
Refrain: (2x)
Too tender, too hard,
Too soft, too rich, too equal,
Too thick, too thin,
Too stupid , too dumb, too crooked,
So what? Healthy!
Recognized, named, burned,
Too small, too big,
Too stupid, just sayin',
Too pale, too blatant,
Too black, too knows,
That's it,
And I would stop if
Stopping means it stops.