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Enter The Affenmodus
02:37
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Insanity Never Boring
03:29
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They call me Psycho on the loose.
But those, who shoot with their duce duce –
Never walked in my shoes.
So I’ll take them on a little cruise.
Have a peacock cocktail with drops of juice.
They talk about me on the news.
Oh my God! The Psycho on the loose!
Insanity you’re never boring!
Insanity you never die!
They call me Psycho roaming free,
Free as a giant bumblebee.
Cops and doctors come after me,
But I got reinforcements – Watch out, it’s Bruce Lee!
I drank his ashes in a peppermint tea
And now his spirit is trapped inside of me.
Oh my God! The Psycho roaming free!
Insanity you’re never boring!
Insanity you never die!
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Let’s see on what you depend.
I’m shining on you.
Let’s see in which animal you live.
It’s so nice to walk around
In the skull of an elephant!
I influence you, crystallized
Eyes, everything against your will.
There I dance and we dance a little Boogie.
I keep my visions but I let you inside!
I’ll be your guide –
Eh, turn to the left –
No, turn to the right!
Get in, get lost, satisfied!
Let’s see how you like it here.
I keep shining on you.
It's brain is a dance floor,
But the nerves, they want more!
The Boogie elephant steps out of the fog,
But smoke and mirrors do the job.
This world is a magic mushroom.
It’s much bigger than your living room!
There I dance and we dance a little Boogie.
I keep my visions but I let you inside!
I’ll be your guide –
Eh, turn to the left –
No, turn to the right!
Get in, get lost, satisfied!
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4. |
secret #1
00:49
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5. |
Captain Rufus Dupus
04:13
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Captain Rufus Dupus is a very tough guy –
Walruses are playing the trombones very high.
Captain Rufus Dupus is counting the bones.
Sailing through the universe talking to ghosts.
Captain Rufus Dupus controls his ship.
He sounds out every time with his long two teeth
in shape of an ape –
He is armed to the teeth with weapons and instruments;
Dupus always
stays true to his fashion, don’t you hear the knocking of the Dutch Clogs?
He has his own
foggy ghosts that coming out of his forehead;
they pouring the last drops of rum down their
throats, they’ve got lollipops and they’re waving them over their heads and they’re shouting:
«Палундра, палундра!»
Cougars are the rescue boats;
Jellyfishes as hats on everybody’s head.
Dupus’ ghosts want him to go to
sick bay and then they start asking him:
If you’re such a tough guy, why don’t you kill a man?
What’s about this little boy, his name is Peter Pan!
Captain Rufus Dupus is a very tough guy –
Walrusses are playing the trombones very high.
Captain Rufus Dupus is counting the bones.
Sailing through the universe talking to ghosts.
So later Rufus Dupus tries to kill Peter Pan,
But Peter says: “Hey, old fogy, catch me if you can!”
In the end the Captain turns into bumblebees,
Flies and riddles Peter with holes so that he looks like cheese.
In the sea there’s a ship,
I warn you, stay away from it and tell it everybody!
In the sea there’s a ship,
‘Insanity never boring’ is written on the flag.
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6. |
Dark Western
02:08
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7. |
Golden Boy
06:21
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8. |
secret #2
00:49
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9. |
Haunted House Parade
04:24
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10. |
Household Diaries
05:45
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Where are you moving?
I have to see the river's glance
Your heart is grooving!
It's my desire to be free
My luck is asleep and snoring
I've never had a single chance
To cut off the belts of torture
I know there is a life I dreamed to see
He uses to put me on my knees
Satisfied, greedy swine, that never says "please"
I wish I could find the keys
So I can get rid of this terrible disease
Don't want to sit here and freeze
This prison reached it's unbearable degrees
I wanna be free as an ocean's breeze
Surfing the shores and feel at ease
Chorus:
In the day of life you don't wanna be wife
Lay down on the bed, pretend you like
In the day of life you wanna win the strife
Run to the kitchen for the knife
He doesn't ask me
If I wanna eat, or want to drink
He always treats me
like a thing that can not think
I can't stand it anymore
He is like a beastie flea!
Now it's the time to finish the war
Cuz I WILL live the life I dreamed to see!
Now I turn him into Swiss cheese
"Try it baby, now try to say please
As I drill into your knees
And stack you up piece by piece!"
I just came up with another plan for you:
To wrap your parts and sell it for the barbecue
And if the costumers would only knew,
That tonight we serve our special stew
In the day of life you don't wanna be wife
(don't spend a single second for that prick)
Lay down on the bed, pretend you like
(pigs are more suitable for that hick)
In the day of life you wanna win the strife
(do that kick for freedom and get away slick)
Run for the knife very quick!
In the ray of light I feel the life
I feel freedome in this bloody night
The rope is cut, I'm the flying kite
I killed a man, but I'm alright
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secret #3
00:53
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12. |
War
04:31
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Burning streets and naked helplessness
Between armies of busy tin soldiers.
Will I end this birthday of blood?
No, I’m just a tank, my name is Frank,
And I’ve got my mission-
To kill peace,
All phantasies,
so that blood is coming down in sheets!
To be child of a dirty soil
That is controlled and fed with oil.
To be the dew of the morning sun,
Shooting, hitting, that’s much fun!
Green, cold, deadly, made of steel,
In spite of it I think and feel.
I’m only just seeding fear,
They control me, get out of here!
And now you all wanna know, what I won:
Extinguishing what the moral was counting on.
And after all I have to regret
That my mum, my dad once met
To have a tank;
Steel that directly drives out of the womb.
I must go on, there’s no choice,
I keep obeying, don’t change my poise.
Yes, I regret, want my mind to forget.
But I must go on, that’s my final call,
-so sad-
I could have never given love to them all.
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13. |
Weather, Queen & Desert
05:29
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Part 1
There is a word. I wish you could use it
But you never needed, now you're fine without me
My life is looped, and every day is on off beat
Do I need you here?
Have you ever heard of my plea?
Do I need you here?
I'm hearing weather
Don't give a shit
And never quit
The sun is asking for my song to talk
I'm hearing weather
Not afraid of heat
And fucked up beat
My song is telling me that I can walk
It's getting better
I'm strong enough to choose
Don't need that booze
Only want to hear you talk
Part 2
She's so fine, she can hold the world between
She's so fine we would like to be in your team
She's so fine she can hold the world between
Get the world and limousine!
She's so fine, she can hold the world between
She's so fine we would like lick your cream
She's so fine she can hold the world between
The shining star of TV screen!
She's so cool she can suck your world so clean
She's so cool you will tell your credit card pin
She's so cool she can suck your world so clean
Forget the world and limousine!
She's so cool she can suck your world so clean
She's so cool you will tell your credit card pin
She's so cool she can suck your world so clean
You belong to the TV Queen!
Part 3
So I woke up in the desert
Where I'm waiting for a hand
I've never had the madness
So I drink just to forget
I'm not looking for redemption
My salvation is regret
I just keep on drinking to forget
About the thing I've never had.
Radio "Weather" in the desert
Doesn't play "The Song Of Rain"
"My Ex-Wife" show on television
Will not keep me sane
There is a word, now I have to use it
So I'm leaving on the train
To give up, what I once began
The family hurricane
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Floating notes of fantasy
In the fog of twisted worlds
Everybody feels the mood
Of the stories from above
Floating notes of fantasy
Take us through the worlds
We've been in the desert
With the captain of the ghosts
Floating sounds of fantasy
Guide us to the sun
Deep fields of twisted reality
Where we all become the one
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