This is not a goodbye, because I was never welcome
Want to be up and away and never come back
No ""farewell"; don't want to know any of you
The city must burn (burn, burn, burn)
And again from the beginning, foot on the gas, ah, in a good year
Gone instantly, worry-free, driving without focus into the future
Away from only ever living without any true risk
Every night: sleep is just practice for a coffin
Throw a match into the air, on the rest of my life
and only look back in order to see your buildings burning
in the ash-rain
Just watch how all the plans disintegrate
Before we slowly burn out, better to go with a bang,
ah!
One-third fuel, two-thirds gas
Eyes and hearts are dynamite
One-third fuel, two-thirds gas
Tired with the plan and the goal
I'm heading off, I'm out
Turn the radio up, drive up the hill and
Let it die out
Let it die out
Let it die out
I'm heading off, I'm out
Turn the radio up, drive up the hill and
Let it die out
Let it die out
Let it die out
Again the holy water is running out for the citizens of the Nay-saying city
Again the preacher just preaches forever and we're all doomed to fail
Waiting in vain for the day that never comes is over
I'm in the car, gone and starting from the beginning
No step back, take nothing from here along
Look too long into the abyss and it looks back; heat presses
Rather start over anew, than what the old (one) promises
Never 'see you later'*, and thanks for nothing, thanks for nothing
One-third fuel, two-thirds gas
Eyes and hearts are dynamite
One-third fuel, two-thirds gas
Tired with the plan and the goal
I'm heading off, I'm out
Turn the radio up, drive up the hill and
Let it die out
Let it die out
Let it die out
I'm heading off, I'm out
Turn the radio up, drive up the hill and
Dance in the ash-rain
Dance in the ash-rain
Dance in the ash-rain
This is no farewell, because I was never welcome
Want to be up and away and never come back
No "live well"/goodbye, don't want to know you
The city must burn (burn, burn, burn)