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The Night from Friday to Monday

Versions: #1
Where was I from Friday night to Monday?
Was I awake for three days or just in a coma?
And I think 'shit' to myself, I'm butt-naked and broke
Tell me, where was I from Friday night to Monday?
 
I wake up and it feels like my head's exploded
My buddies had fun

Men and Women

Women are too warm, women are too cold
Women have to pee, women are afraid in the woods
Until they have, what they want, they won't have a break
Women always have too few shoes
Women have watches, but they are always too late
Women are hungry, but they always are on a diet
So women are getting older, but you can't look at them
In every situation a woman has to stand for their husband
Women are like beings of another planet
It's like Chinese: I have no idea of what they're talking about
 
(Oh oh oh)
I would like to be a woman
I say, I would be the same (I would be the same?)?
(Oh oh oh)
Every woman would be a man once
I say, what would happen then? (what would happen then?)
(Oh oh oh)
 
Men don't know fun
Men are always on gas
Men are kind of soft on their chin
Men love science fiction films
Men never go shopping, men buy stuff
Men always have the control, even when they let it go
So men have it easy, yeah, it runs like it among them
Some become rich, other end up as hobos
So the corps measure the men on that, how much they deserve
And young wild men stay calm on Ritalin
Yes, when men are with a cold, it's a break out emergency
When a man has feelings - he just doesn't talk about it
Men are like beings of another planet
Some become normies, and you can't lecture them
 
(Oh oh oh)
I would like to be a woman
I say, I would be the same (I would be the same?)?
(Oh oh oh)
Every woman would be a man once
I say, what would happen then? (what would happen then?)
(Oh oh oh)
 
Men and women are like beings from different planets
They don't fit together, still they attract each other, like magnets
I would like to be a woman
I say, I would be the same (I would be the same?)?
 
(Oh oh oh)
Every woman would be a man once
I say, what would happen then? (what would happen then?)
(Oh oh oh)
 
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I Always Have to Think of You

Versions: #2
I say to myself that it would be okay.
It already doesn't hurt that much anymore.
It's okay...
It's okay...
I've been going to pubs night after night,
Hanging with the guys, having fun.
It's okay...
It's okay...
We can still remain friends, you said,
And I only said 'all right.
It's okay, though.'
And I've been driving through the streets at night, wide awake and alone.
Since you've been gone I can't sleep anymore.
Nothing's okay,
Absolutely nothing's okay.
 
Chorus:
I'm going insane thinking,
About where you're sleeping tonight.
I freak out at the question,
Of whom you're lying next to.
I always have to think about you,
No matter who touches me.
I hope you think of me,
If anyone seduces you!
 
I haven't cried for days,
I'm fine on my own.
It's okay, what's the worst that could come?
I sleep on the couch alone,
I can't stand sleeping in our bed.
It's okay, I can do that, too.
And in the morning I make coffee
For two again, by pure mistake
It's okay, it was just an accident
And being alone in my flat almost feels like being in jail
Half of the bed is still yours
Nothing's okay
Absolutely nothing's okay
 
Chorus:
I'm going insane thinking,
About where you're sleeping tonight.
I freak out at the question,
Of whom you're lying next to.
I always have to think about you,
No matter who touches me.
I hope you think of me,
If anyone seduces you!
 
And I've been driving through the streets at night, wide awake and alone.
Since you've been gone I can't sleep anymore.
Nothing's okay,
Absolutely nothing's okay.
And being alone in my flat almost feels like being in jail,
Half of the bed is still yours.
Nothing's okay,
Absolutely nothing's okay.
 
Chorus:
I'm going insane thinking,
About where you're sleeping tonight.
I freak out at the question,
Of whom you're lying next to.
I always have to think about you,
No matter who touches me.
I hope you think of me,
If anyone seduces you!
 

Yeah yeah, aka KMA

We haven't seen each other in three years
You act as if nothing has happened
But I can see it on your face*
You're an ass like always
If they want something, then they're all nice
But if you're not doing well, then they're all gone
They smile at you, but treat you like crap
And if you call then they decline
And I think 'uh, what's wrong this time?'
You play nice, but you're actually a SoB*
How underhandedly you laugh
Please go to the top of the house and jump from the roof
You talk without a break
But I only hear blah blah
Think to myself 'man are you a victim'
But I just say yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you're nice, man, but you know,
Nice is the little sister of shitty
Yeah yeah, I said 'goodbye'
But I'm never ready,
Yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah means 'kiss my ass!'
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Means 'kiss my ass!'
Dude*, Dag, man, concentrate!
Your verse is starting
Yeah, yeah
Sometimes yeah yeah means 'shut the f up!'*
Sometimes yeah yeah means 'fuck you!'
Sometimes it's just 'I don't care'
Being nice without meaning it isn't right
YE-AH YE-AH, what's with the stuttering
This anthill, everyone is a robot
I have no time for all this prattlebabble
I get a hangover from all the small talk the next day
And Daddy Dag doesn't believe a word you say
Regardless if a poor man or company there in Panama
Everything is blah blah, yeah yeah
Aka K-M-A
So I just sit and thing about
Why you're telling me this
Because I didn't ask you anything
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, you're nice, man, but you know,
Nice is the little sister of shitty
Yeah yeah, I said 'goodbye'
But I'm never ready
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah means 'kiss my ass!'
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Means 'kiss my ass!'
Hey dude, I swear you are such a good person
You think you're a hero, you protect the environment
Because you drive a Smart, yeah yeah
You're so on trend, plaid shirt
And you've got a beard growing, yeah yeah
You've got Insta and WhatsApp and Snapchat
and blah blah, yeah yeah
Dude, you know what?
K-M-A, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, you're nice, man, but you know,
Nice is the little sister of shitty
Yeah yeah, I said 'goodbye'
But I'm never ready
yeah yeah,
yeah yeah, means 'kiss my ass!'
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Means 'kiss my ass!'
K-M-A
K-M-A
D-d, Vincent
Ok I don't know anymore
You now have insta and WhatsApp and uh and blah blah
Yeah yeah hahahah yeah, ok, I thought, ok
 

Middle Finger

One goes to my ex girlfriend
Cause she was always so nice to me
My neighbor gets one too
Right in front of his door
One goes to the chief of police
In response to his letter
And one goes to my boss
Right when he isn't looking
Well I'd like to have one for everyone
But not because I love them
I'd show it to every wanker
Who deserves it, but
 
I don't even have as many middle fingers
As I want to give
I can't even eat as much
As I want to puke
I don't even have as many middle fingers
As I want to give
Give me more middle fingers
Middle fingers
Middle fingers
Middle fingers
 
What does everyone want from Ek? You're getting on my balls
One fat middle finger to Facebook and Whatsapp
One finger cause the gas prices are going up
One for Coca Cola - thanks for the belly
We'll all bite the dust a few years earlier, yippie
So one midle finger to the tobacco industry
One for the euro, it's your fault Germany is broke
One for my iPhone 5 - expensive but shitty
So many middle fingers, my hand is going numb
One goes to the chancellor broad and the revenue office, too
One for Oli Pocher, one for Boris Becker
One to myself, cause I'm no better after all
One goes to every rapper who has to hit women
Thanks that I have to carry the rap for your shit
And at the end of the record this line again, man
I don't even have as many middle fingers as I could give
 
I don't even have as many middle fingers
As I want to give
I can't even eat as much
As I want to puke
I don't even have as many middle fingers
As I want to give
Give me more middle fingers
Middle fingers
Middle fingers
Middle fingers
 
Uh
Many point to their ear when they can't hear
Some cross their fingers when they swear
Or show a V as if they were victors
I give the middle finger to everyone who deserves it
A middle finger for everything that stresses me
For politics and the music industry
For the rents in Berlin, the blanks we draw
For the bosses of the jobs where we never earn enough
God have mercy, give me more arms
I have so much to say to the people
God have mercy, give me more arms
I have so much to say to the people
 
I don't even have as many middle fingers
As I want to give
I can't even eat as much
As I want to puke
I don't even have as many middle fingers
As I want to give
Give me more middle fingers (I need more)
Middle fingers (Way more)
Middle fingers (I never have enough)
Middle fingers
 
I don't even have as many middle fingers
As I want to give
I can't even eat as much
As I want to puke
I don't even have as many middle fingers
As I want to give
Give me more middle fingers
Middle fingers
Middle fingers
Middle fingers
 

The Night From Friday to Monday

Where was I in the night
From friday to monday
Was I awake, awake for 3 days
Or just in a coma
 
And I think to myself, shit
I'm butt naked and broke
Tell me where was I in the night
From friday to monday
 
I wake up, it feels like my head's exploding
My buddies had fun, I'm completely decorated
And I look in the mirror: What even happened?
Cause I have a tramp stamp tattooed above my ass
Drunk driving is okay if you wear a seatbelt
That's what I thought but now I think I need a good lawyer
My nose is broken, man, how painful that is
Well, the bouncer must have been stronger than me
And the girl next to me, she looks like Thomas Gottschalk
How did I drink her pretty, man, I'm about to puke
Man, I'll never drink again, at least for a while
Well, okay, at least until next friday
 
Where was I in the night
From friday to monday
Was I awake, awake for 3 days
Or just in a coma
 
And I think to myself, shit
I'm butt naked and broke
Tell me where was I in the night
From friday to monday
 
I open one eye, the other won't open
Everything's spinning and I think my bed is moving, too
I'll get up first, but I can't, ow!
Hey man, what's going on? There's a catheter tube coming out of my penis
God dammit, where am I? And why am I dead drunk?
Why am I wearing this stupid dress with the back cut out?
Why does my head feel like a block is banging against it?
I go to the mirror, oh my God, I have a B on my neck
All this drinking isn't good for my liver, sure
But now I have a big scar where my liver was
Whatever, they can have the liver, then I have to wear less
I don't care, it's okay, but please could someone tell me
 
Where was I in the night
From friday to monday
Was I awake, awake for 3 days
Or just in a coma
 
And I think to myself, shit
I'm butt naked and broke
Tell me where was I in the night
From friday to monday
 
Sorry, I've never been as high as on that party
I couldn't have known, man, I thouht those were Smarties
When it comes to partying I don't know any mercy, I drink the Jägermeister warm
The last thing I remember is how I was dragged outside
I check Facebook: What the hell happened
Shit, I was marked on 130 photos
And one of those photos shows me crawling at the Ku'damm
One shows me naked at Potsdamer Platz
I'm alarmed by the one with me steering a subway
Shit man! I'll never get a job in this town again
I would say I'd never take drugs again
If only that wouldn't be a lie
 
Where was I in the night
From friday to monday
Was I awake, awake for 3 days
Or just in a coma
 
And I think to myself, shit
I'm butt naked and broke
Tell me where was I in the night
From friday to monday
 

Your girlfriend

I promised you to bring your girlfriend home
You're never gonna forgive me for what happened
You trusted me, and I screwed up
Now I'm bringin' her home, deadbeat and disheveld
There was only the two of us, it was such a long walk
Suddenly she stopped, and showed me..
 
(Well, what did she show you?)
Your girlfriend can give head
Can give head, head, head
Can give head, head head
Can't stand blisters on her feet..
 
Your girlfriend is so tight
She's so tight, tight, tight
She's not used to such tight shoes..
 
Your girlfriend can give head
Can give head, head, head
Can give head, head, head
Can't stand blisters on her feet
 
Your girlfriend is so tight
She's so tight, tight, tight
She's not used to such tight shoes..
 
I really screwed up, after all she's your sweetheart
But she never gave up, and one thing led to another
Of course now you're pissed off, but you gotta see
It kinda hurt a bit, and she didn't enjoy it either
Yes it was such a long walk, she wore just a short skirt
Then she kneeled in front of me, and showed me..
 
(Aaah, what did she show you?)
Your girlfriend can give head
Can give head, head, head
Can give head, head, head
Can't stand blisters on her feet
 
Your girlfriend is so tight
She's so tight, tight, tight
She's not used to such tight shoes..
 
Your girlfriend can give head
Can give head, head, head
Can give head, head, head
Can't stand blisters on her feet
 
Your girlfriend is so tight
She's so tight, tight, tight
She's not used to such tight shoes..
 
No this ain't no filthy song
What sort of swine are you
What did you think about
Her shoes were too small
 
Yes this ain't no filthy song
What sort of swine are you
What did you think about
Her shoes were too small
 
Your girlfriend can give head
Can give head, head, head
Can give head, head, head
 
Can't stand blisters on her feet
Your girlfriend is so tight
She's so tight, tight, tight
She's not used to such tight shoes
 
Tight, tight, tight
Tight, tight, tight
 

Real Friends

Women come and go, nothing but tears
because they fucked my heart.
But you are always there for me
when things get worst for me.
Also if there was something to party on, we were in
without a cent on the bank
because that's not what matters
because you just can't buy real friends.
A real friend is someone who is there for you
when you are totally fucked up
and not only when he needs something
and not someone who eventually gives a like for a pic
 
A thousand comments, a thousand likes
all that shit of which nothing will stay.
Because at the end of the day, the real friends
are among hundreds of thousands maybe one or two people.
A thousand parties, shallowness-
everything rushes on, hardly anyone stays.
Because at the end of the day, the real friends
are among hundreds of thousands maybe one or two people.
 
Buddies come and go, I don't shed a tear
because they were no real friends,
like people you meet at parties
with names you have forgotten next day.
But we always trusted each other, never fought over women
let alone over money, man.
For an only child like me this is strange
we are like brothers from different parents.
A real friend is someone who is there for you
when you are totally fucked up
and not someone who suddenly bends your ear
once you start being successful.
 
A thousand comments, a thousand likes
all that shit of which nothing will stay.
Because at the end of the day, the real friends
are among hundreds of thousands maybe one or two people.
A thousand parties, shallowness-
everything rushes on, hardly anyone stays.
Because at the end of the day, the real friends
are among hundreds of thousands maybe one or two people.
 
And you know, my friends are those who know me best.
We share so many memories, this cant be made up for.
This can only be understood by someone who was there.
No one can divorce us since there hasn't been a wedding.
I know a few since tricycle days, a few moved away,
but wherever we meet then there is home.
My friends are not many, because good ones are rare
all those party people just don't matter.
If anyone criticizes me I don't give a shit
but when one of my boys does it, unfortunately he will usually be right
As I said I don't have many friends
but those I love are my family.
 
A thousand comments, a thousand likes
all that shit of which nothing will stay.
Because at the end of the day, the real friends
are among hundreds of thousands maybe one or two people.
A thousand parties, shallowness-
everything rushes on, hardly anyone stays.
Because at the end of the day, the real friends
are among hundreds of thousands maybe one or two people.
 

Mindig Rád kell hogy gondoljak

Azzal nyugtatom magam, hogy ez így okés
És hogy már nem is fáj annyira
Ez így okés...
Ez így okés...
Estéről estére csak bárokban lógok
A srácokkal és szórakozunk
Ez így okés...
Ez így okés...
Attól még maradhatunk barátok, azt mondtad
És azt gondoltam, persze
Ez így rendben lesz...
És esténként egyedül vezetek az utakon
Mert amióta nem vagy itt, aludni sem tudok
És ez nem okés,
Egyáltalán nem okés...
 
Refrén:
Megőrülök a gondolatoktól
Attól, hogy vajon hol alszol ma este
Kikészülök ha kérdezem magam
Ki mellett fekszel
Mindig Rád kell gondolnom
Mindegy ki ér hozzám
Remélem hogy te is gondolsz Rám
Ha valaki flörtöl veled...
 
Napok óta nem sírtam
Már egész jól megvagyok egyedül
Ez így okés, mi jöhetne még?
Egyedül alszom a kanapén
Mert az ágyunkban nem bírnék
Ez így okés, ezt is túlélem
És reggelente kávét főzök
Megint két személyre, megszokásból
Ez így okés, csak megszokás
És majdnem mint a sitten olyan egyedül itthon
Mert az ágy fele még mindig a Tiéd
És ez nem okés,
Egyáltalán nem okés...
 
Refrén:
Megőrülök a gondolatoktól
Attól, hogy vajon hol alszol ma este
Kikészülök ha kérdezem magam
Ki mellett fekszel
Mindig Rád kell gondolnom
Mindegy ki ér hozzám
Remélem hogy te is gondolsz Rám
Ha valaki flörtöl veled...
 
És esténként egyedül vezetek az utakon
Mert amióta nem vagy itt, aludni sem tudok
És ez nem okés,
Egyáltalán nem okés...
És majdnem mint a sitten olyan egyedül itthon
Mert az ágy fele még mindig a Tiéd
És ez nem okés,
Egyáltalán nem okés...
 
Refrén:
Megőrülök a gondolatoktól
Attól, hogy vajon hol alszol ma este
Kikészülök ha kérdezem magam
Ki mellett fekszel
Mindig Rád kell gondolnom
Mindegy ki ér hozzám
Remélem hogy te is gondolsz Rám
Ha valaki flörtöl veled...