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Pushed Again

Whispering voices in my head,
sounds like they’re calling my name.
A heavy hand is shaking my bed,
I’m waking up and I feel the strain.

I’m feeling pushed again… I’m feeling pushed again…

Why should I go where everyone goes?
Why should I do what everyone does?
I don’t like it when you get too close,
I don’t wanna be under your thumb.

I’m feeling pushed again… pushed again.
I’m feeling pushed again… pushed again.

Why can’t you just leave me alone?
Solitude is a faithful friend.
Turn the lights off – I’m not home,
can’t you see, I don’t need your help?

You’re going fast when I wanna go slow,
you make me run when I want to walk.
You’re sending me down a rocky road,
I get confused when you start to talk.

I’m feeling pushed again… feeling pushed again.
I’m feeling pushed again… pushed again.

Why can’t you just leave me alone?
You’re dragging me right to the edge.
I’ve got to go when you jerk my rope,
I don’t know where the good times went.

And I’m sick of this pain in my head.
And I’m scared I’m being pushed – being pushed again.

It’s getting more than I can take,
it’s like a band tightening around my head.
If you keep pushing, something’s going to break,
it’s making me think, I’d be better off dead.

Why can’t you just leave me alone?
Solitude is a faithful friend.
I’ll sort my life out on my own,
I just want this pressure to end.

And I’m sick of this pain in my head.
And I’m scared I’m being pushed – being pushed again.

The Fly

There’s a fly buzzing round inside my head
and it can’t find its way out.
Crawling here and there not getting anywhere,
I can feel it panicking now.

As it follows a bundle of nerve fibres
down the temporal lobe to my spinal cord.
Backs up to the pituitary gland,
flees to the forebrain, turns again…

I can feel each footstep like a punch,
my eyes explode with pain.
As it makes its way up my optic track
then pauses and turns again…

It probes my hypotalamus,
blunders round my cranium.
From the tectum to the tegmentum
stretches its wings, then turns again…

Until it reaches the control centre,
that tells me that I’m me.
It burrows into my synapses,
rests a while and then it starts to feed…

The Product

You’ll be glad that you selected
this product from our range.
We’re sure that you’ll enjoy it
and we hope you’ll come again.

Always first with the technology,
performance and design
and we stand true to our maxime:
„The customer is right!”.

You’ll be glad that you selected
this product from our range.
We knew you had the money,
now we know that you’ve got taste.

You want the finest quality,
that’s why you choose our brand,
where every song is custom-made
and always played by hand.

The music’s really simple,
there are tunes that you can sing
and there’s lots of lovely pictures
on the packaging.

You’ll be glad that you selected
this product from our range.
And if you’re not – we’re sorry,
but it cannot be exchanged.

The money’s not refundable,
don’t bother to complain.
We’re having such fun spending it –
please come again.

The Producer

Welcome, my name is Jon Caffery
And I’m the producer of this record
It is performed by „Die Toten Hosen” from Düsseldorf
And made in Germany
And I mean West-Germany
I thank you for playing and trusting me
To further information on potential risks and side effects
Please consult a doctor or ask your neighbours
What more can I say
Let’s boogie

You’ll Never Walk Alone

When you walk through the storm
Hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm
there’s a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone
You’ll never walk alone

Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone
You’ll never walk alone

Guantanamera

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma

Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera

Uno Dos Tres Quatro

Woke up this morning late
With a mouth like a parrots cage
Thought that I’d throw up soon
So I staggered to my bathroom

I saw a cunt in the mirror
I saw a cunt in the mirror
Cunt in the mirror
A hairy cunt in the mirror

A cunt in the mirror
I saw a cunt in the mirror
A cunt in the mirror
Big hairy cunt in the mirror

I had a drink last night
And I tried to fuck my best friends wife
It comes to no surprise
As I see through these blood-shot eyes

Sheena is a Punkrocker

Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They’re ready to go now they got their surfboards
And they’re going to the discotheque Au Go Go
But she just couldn’t stay she had to walk away
Well New York City really has is all oh yeah, oh yeah

Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now

Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now

Well she’s a punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk a punk rocker Punk punk a punk rocker Punk punk a punk rocker

Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They’re ready to go now they got their surfboards
And they’re going to the discotheque Au Go Go
But she just couldn’t stay she had to walk away
Well New York City really has is all oh yeah, oh yeah

Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now

Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now

Well she’s a punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk a punk rocker Punk punk a punk rocker Punk punk a punk rocker

Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now

Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now

Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now

The Passenger

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city’s backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight

I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window tonight
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city’s ripped backside
And everything looks good tonight

Singin’ la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la

Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
Over the city’s ripped backside
He sees the winding ocean drive

Singin’…

Oh, the passenger
He rides and rides
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city sleep at night
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let’s ride and ride and ride and ride…

Singin’…
I’m goin’ la la la…

Herzglück harte Welle

Hallo, hier ist der Manfred und sein Sorgentelefon.
Du brauchst nichts zu erklären, denn ich kenn die Lösung schon.

Herzglück harte Welle – Gefühle unerwünscht.
Orgasmen im Minutenkakt, sonst gibt’s das Geld zurück.

Bei mir liegst du ganz richtig, wenn du etwas einsam bist.
Gib mir deine Karte und ich kümmer mich um dich.

Herzglück harte Welle – Gefühle unerwünscht.
Orgasmen im Minutenkakt, sonst gibt’s das Geld zurück.

Mir egal, ob du pervers bist oder einfach stinknormal.
Ich werd’s dir so besorgen, dass du nur noch „Amen” sagst.

Ob Zartes oder Zartes, ob Leder oder Lack.
Von vorne und von hinten, anezogen oder nackt.
Ich quäle dich, wenn du es willst, dreh dir die Gurgel ab.
Ich mach dich geil, bis du vor Glück und Schmerzen weinen kannst.

Herzglück harte Welle – Gefühle unerwünscht.
Orgasmen im Minutenkakt, sonst gibt’s das Geld zurück.

Herzglück harte Welle – Gefühle unerwünscht.
Orgasmen im Minutenkakt, sonst gibt’s das Geld zurück.

Prominentenpsychose

Mit Frank Elstner bin ich an der Bar versackt
und hab mit Maffay im Duett gesungen.
Ich war mit Anja Merkel im Bett
und habe Herpes davon bekommen.

Ich hab Michael Stich bei Pupsen gesehen,
auf dem Klo bei einer Gala gegen Aids.
Ich hab Marius Müller nicht erkannt,
als er dauernd meinen Namen rief.

Jede Nacht werd ich gejagt
von Träumen dieser Art.
Schon vor dem Schlafengehen
hab ich davor Angst.

Ich hab Lothar Matthäus in den Sack geschossen
bei einem Benefiz-Fußballspiel.
Ich hab Durchfall von Bioleks Essen gekriegt
und Rudolf Scharping nackt tanzen sehen.

Ich hab Claudia Schiffer vollgekotzt
auf einem Ball beim Bundespräsident.
Mit Hans Meiser bin ich in die Ferien gefahren
und war ein Freund von Sascha Hehn.

Jede Nacht werd ich gejagt
von Träumen dieser Art.
Schon vor dem Schlafengehen
hab ich davor Angst.

Ich hab ne Prominentenpsychose,
mein Arzt hat’s mir selbst gesagt.
Er gab mir viele bunte Pillen
und wusste leider keinen Rat.

Seitdem ich regelmäßig die Pillen nehm,
hab ich Respekt auch vor dem kleinen Mann.
Jetzt bin ich süchtig nach der Normalität
und will von jedem Arsch ein Autogramm.

Weg ist die Prominentenpsychose,
ich bin geheilt und lebe normal.
Mein neues Hobby sind jetzt Autonummern
und was mein Arzt sagt, ist mir egal.

Weg ist die Prominentenpsychose,
ich lebe endlich wieder normal.
Mein neues Hobby sind jetzt Autonummern
und was mein Arzt sagt, ist mir egal –
es ist mir wirklich scheißegal…