1) No contracts, no paths..
....for really rare copies that I put on record shelves, trade in verbal riots, and only save precious opals for a flat rate percentage.
Even if I succumb to all powers, my rights remain exclusive,
the real excess, I am satisfied when the rest of the squad receives it,
like the festival of love, head lowered before the subtle differences.
Everything revolves around the same shit to get him out.
Where are the best flies, immune from pesticides??
We know the plan, and in our delusion we didn't sign anything
Deep in the west, the clan operates with low emissions.
Don't bridge gaps like Amalgan bombs,
Hoard bombs in catacombs like Iraq and Iran,
You need more God-connection than the entire Vatican,
Arafat and Saddam were just a blind alarm
Chorus: RISK- like tropical jaundice,
I'm putting my ego on the campaign trail with Stratego
RISK- I could cry like Pierrot
but on In the end it's all just part of the big show anyway
(Two times)
2) Cases of hasty fits of airs and escapades
I can feel them helping the true cardinals harm the elections.
Go to the barricades, break through the ballistrades,
Break up blockades before closing time with chess castling.
Run to a hundred and eighty without having to wire vocabulary to speedometer needles under massively tuned chassis.
What is it??
Forget New Year's Eve, I'll really let it pop if that's all it takes.
Show everyone that I let go of those who can't be relied on.
If you are the ace, I have four of them.
I combine regional jargon with the torture methods of the Viet Cong,
as if I were in liaison with Lebanon, in the future gigatons of
Poison will roll back to Bonn in the shunting wagon.
You can see it coming, like Nostradamus, the chaos in the Middle East,
corrupt committees, infiltrated aliens,
the end at the turn of the millennium through organic bacteria.....
.. ...How long will God still be on vacation????
Chorus: (Two Times)
3) The good thing is the route is, just the way I feel,
not because it's fashionable.
I thought it through like Aristotle and Socrates.
Everything is so grotesque and paradoxical that you still don't understand it today,
even if it's clearly on your radar
I'm sealing it off hermetically, I'm talking epically trembling the city,
because I have this bad fetish.
Now our fat days are over, no more room for niceties,
until your tracked vehicles get stuck.
No standard approach, the Mossart as a one-man machine with a tough pace.
Turn all of Beirut's anger into a flood of meaning.
I bring pro-pain to COALTRAIN and rap styles like a chintz train.....
Chorus: (to the bitter.