For all of my life I have heard a song
A lullaby you sung once
For all of my life I have trusted in myself
but now I need your help
For all of my life I have heard a song
A song my mother sung once
For all of my life I have tried to think for myself
but I will come no further without your help
All my thoughts revolve around sick things
Those dreams that we dreamed came from the borderland behind the barbed wire
where trenches were dug when somebody else built the country while we slept
Now we are awake but we don't recognize ourselves
They have torn our streets, burnt down the playgrounds
where we played as children
How ever far you have come
there is always further still
There was a light that never goes out
in the songs from my childhood
For all of my life I have trusted in my luck
but this I cannot wriggle myself out of
All our ideals come from a pink eighties
So now we think of travelling, White Nights, Ian Curtis
Are you Michael Jackson or Michael Bolton
Are you Pepsi do you have Coke
Are you profitable in your nakedness, your bruises and calluses
You have goosebumps because you are freezing, is this the best that life had to give?
How ever far you have come
there is always further still
All my thoughts revolve around expensive things
Oh baby where have you been
we have already lit the grill
we have waited here in the rain for something that is not happening
and which will never happen
There is only a vague feeling
of that something got lost
that we wasted our best time on envy
Further we have not come
The 999 things that I would never do
They are weighed up by 999 worse things I have done
The 999 things that I would never do
They are weighed up by 999 worse things that I have already done