Chaos-Herbert Gronemeyer

歌手 : Herbert Gronemeyer

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TXT Chaos-Herbert Gronemeyer 文本歌词

Chaos - Herbert Gronemeyer (赫伯特·格朗内每尔)

Theories beer tastes flat

Propaganda bread's stale

Pray for a winner

Church endgame failed

The world kicks its doors down

Info slashes with its claw

Confusions becoming law

Frontiers are see through

Clear thinking is mud

In the techno w**d bed

Savage roses bud

Our culture is in shambles

Our sanity's in hock

Answers are running amok

Like beggars in the market

Pretending to be blind

In following the string home

All order will unwind

We beat our wings

But we're not flying

We are falling, falling

Can't hear sense because we're deafened

By disorder calling

Like a dream we turn and toss

But all is chaos

Death will bring rest to us all

Final curtain is torn up

See the play start again

But let's have no grey script

For the joy of grey men

There must be some brand new ark

To torpedo with our votes

Replace it with ballot paper boats

All differences are washed out

Ideologies will blend

Our pockets may be brimming

But it's cash that we can't spend

We beat our wings . . .

But we're not flying

We are falling, falling

Can't hear sense because we're deafened

By disorder calling

Like a dream we turn and toss

But all is chaos

Death will bring rest to us all

We beat our wings

Like beggars in the market

Pretending to be blind

In following the string home

All order will unwind

We beat our wings

But we're not flying

We are falling, falling

Can't hear sense because we're deafened

By disorder calling

Like a dream we turn and toss

But all is chaos

We beat our wings

But we're not flying

We are falling, falling

Can't hear sense because we're deafened

By disorder calling

Death will bring rest to us all

We beat our wings

But we're not flying

We are falling, falling

Can't hear sense because we're deafened

By disorder calling

Like a dream we turn and toss

But all is chaos

Death will bring rest to us all