Don't tell me what you want from me
This is my turn now I'm talking
I'd like to stuff your mouth and ears
Turn off the lights so you don't see
I can't buy nothing with apologies
The true lies are rolling faster
Avalanche emergency
Your greed is my disaster
But you can't bring me down
It's none of your business
What I do
You should not even care
About my daily mood
It's not your problem
When I'm sad
I would be really pleased
If you'd handle me like I was dead
What's so precious on this shit you praise
Making up those boring stories
You don't care if it's true anyway
Tomorrow someone else is haunted
Now you got me, you shot me
Your money is drained in my wounds
You got me, you shot me for money
Writer(s): Juergen Stiehle, Marta Jandova, Thorsten Mewes, Ralph Reiker
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