Wir haben die Schnauze voll [English translation]

There were three of us

Minus seven

Not even nothing

Was left of us

We believed in Elvis

And scientologists

That rhymes damn well

With we've been betrayed

The insurgence of the losers

Got protracted

The advice of the wise ones

Squashed in the crowd

Godot had come

With bald head

The movie rights

Are with Uli Edel

We're fed up

With dope and alcohol

With media politics

With your dirty tricks

And you still live

With the same woman

You've accumulated

A lot of anger

And your daughter

The same calibre

Smuggles secret messages

What else would she rather do

But didn't you have

Such great goals

You wanted to become a painter

Like Egon Schiele

And your parents

Always were proud

That's life

Shit, so what

We're fed up

With dope and alcohol

With media politics

With your dirty tricks

Music is holy

Damned be who betrays it

Greed is the death of art

In Cologne, the pussy's called punz

And the moral

Of the story

You're a far cry from a poet

Even if you write poems

And once you've

Lost your innocence

An asshole is born

With We are the Champions

We're fed up

With dope and alcohol

With media politics

With your dirty tricks

Music is holy

Damned be who betrays it

Greed is the death of the noble art

In Cologne, the pussy's called punz