44 and stupid looking trousers,
A leather jacket I can't belive it.
Big cars and credit cards,
And they think that they have made it.
They look ugly got no style,
Try to impress me with their plastic smile.
Life for them has just gone wrong,
There is no fun in this song.
There is no need for them,
They should bring it to an end.
It's time for suicide now.
22 and baggy trousers,
Helly Hanson I can't belive it.
Rollerblades and ecxtasy,
And they think that they are free.
They look ugly got no style,
They are nightmare not a fairytale.
Think they make life a game,
But they are used it's just a shame.
Writer(s): Volker Gruener, Ralf Schmidt
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