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G.A.S. Raumzeitgarten Lies and Deceit 7 Beers One on One Army of Idiots Kick Flip When the going gets tough Sekundenglück You're nothing 180 Sachen |
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Kill me, kill me, kill me, G.A.S. Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me, G.A.S. Buy me, buy me, buy me, G.A.S. Kill me, kill me, kill me now Jimi’s playing the guitar In a rock’n’roll band He’s feeling like a star Guess how much he spends A disease is spreading In the music scene Amps and drums and guitars Make us dream Everybody says it‘s bullshit But we know we’re cool We know we‘re fuckin‘ right here For all of us and all for you Everybody says it‘s bullshit But we know we are cool We know we‘re fuckin‘ right here Here we go! Kill me… G.A.S. Syndrome That’s what it is called Always taking stuff home It’s never getting old The moral to this story Keep your music real You can’t borrow glory Or put it on a bill Everybody says… Kill me… |