You are still searching for your family
You kill with the help of a needle
The good and the ugly you know
What you want, what makes you happy
Paris is too small for you
You prefer to leave on goose back
Run your tongue over bodies
Of angels with drab pick up lines
Your second home
Is, you don't know where on earth
Between jet lag and hangover
You sometimes remember him
But do you know really know who you are?
But do you know really know who you are?
But do you know really know who you are?
Your eyes are shredding lasers
You prefer to be the puppet master
You prefer to make love on all fours
You were born in 84
You look at yourself on the screen
You freeze your wrinkles in time
You spread yourself in the air **
Thanks to him, thanks to your big brother
All these photos of your life
You look at them in your bed
They never leave you alone
Your picture will be your shroud
But do you know really know who you are?
But do you know really know who you are?
But do you know really know who you are?
You are already sick of Asia
The Americas are your friends
When you tell us about Europe
You say that she is a bitch
You like to adore those who lie
You recreate the past
You don't tell of your shame
Your story, you don't know it
You are the child of your homeland
You like to stain the reputation of your family line
Choose a path already laid out
Walk far off snow-covered paths
But do you know really know who you are?
But do you know really know who you are?
But do you know really know who you are?
You visit the sky often
Clouds between the teeth ***
You would like to go to sea
Like the sailors of Fassbinder
Always drowned in your indecisions ****
But do you know really know who you are?
But do you know really know who you are?
But do you know really know who you are?