Kunze Heinz Rudolf
State of emergency
Don't believe any singer
They build themselves up
on the guitar and piano
They say: All my songs
are completely and entirely even from me
They show themselves
in the most sensitive poses
They sell off to you
your own neuroses
And you find yourself in them
as desolate as you are
and you don't notice: These songs
are the vampires of your sadness
Don't believe any singer!
is my first and last slogan
Don't believe any singer!
/>slaughter the idols
They laugh at you
at their appointed position
They are simply growing old
at your expense
They love you all
They love you very much
And you haven't liked yourself
for years
And you feel so understood
so encouraged and meant
but you quickly lose each other
if you cry in public every night
Don't believe any singer!
is my first and last slogan
Don't believe any singer!
Slaughter the idols
Text: Heinz Rudolf Kunze< br/>Music: Heinz Rudolf Kunze