Mennyország tourist [English translation]

Sit down here

I’ll tell you something

I can see you’re thirtsty

I’ll open up a bottle of wine

Listen...

You may not be weak,

But when a blade stops your heartbeat,

You won’t feel any better,

When your cars’s blown to pieces,

I know you’re strong, sure,

But when an axe stick out your skull,

Or when you stare down the barrel

Money won’t get you out of there,

and It’s pointless to be rich,

When the heavens want you ditched,

When the dice is finally rolled,

And you’re finally seven feet under,

Then there’s no use to have a lawyer,

who protects you from the attorney

Noone’s bulletproof around here,

And when the safetynet’s torn down

At the end of the suicidejump,

on the Netherworld network

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You will be there on the news,

And the press will love you to death,

Those heading straight to hell,

Take the second door to your left

But if to the Saint Peter Islands you’ve

Already reserved your pass,

For You, the Heaven Tourist

Will give it’s best services.

And...

You may not be a coward and,

At end you’ll be the one standing,

But what does this life worth,

If you have live it while on the run?

And it’s pointless to be brave,

Like a gladiator of Old Rome,

Who’s tougher than a mountain,

Yet, a spark might be all it takes,

At the other end of the fuses, and

On the Netherworld Networks

Ref.#1 x1

Ref .#2 x1

Our Father which art in heaven

Tell me which door will give me haven?

Our Father which art in heaven

Tell me which door will give me haven?

Our Father which art in heaven

Tell me which door will give me haven?

Our Father which art in heaven,

Tell me!

People are just staring

That the new God is the money.

Banks popping up everywhere

And you’re given a damned rank

Based upon how cool your ride is,

or how buxom the chick you banged is

And how far can you turn up

The vollume in your car

The volume in your car!

Ref#1 x1

Ref#2 x1

Sit down here,

I'll tell you something