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Dear Mr. Kaliba, nice try
critical lyrics,do-gooder-blues
You think you're giving the system a repair
While underderestimating the laws of nature
Beause we use our coal power
The monopoly of power, with ammunition galore
a lodge seat secured by corruption
You're coming with a music sheet, we died from laughter
David versus Goliath
Is from a storybook full of lied nonsense
Before you ignite the fire in this generation
we'd drive hovercraft through a lunar landscape
an anti-war sound product
Pff, how new
John Lennon already did that in the 70's
That really did something
You write a song against the mean world
And in China someone now just ordered some rice
Then comes the war again and you soon realize :
Music is not a solution
The melody gives everybody hope
Today the Festival scum raise their fists
But tomorrow they wake up in their puke
Music is not a solution
What do you want to do? Carry people with your songs
From delinquency to civil courage?
Peace flags over all countries in crisis
Do you want another kidney as well?
You think you're now the voice of society?
They think you're cool until you get money
Maybe some will love you for the brave step
Others say: he only wants good publicity!
No, it's not easy, you have to cope with headwinds
Suspicious People from the wrong places will applaud your next single
For example suite disguised exteme right-winged idiots
Who share your video, because they hunt for teenagers' votes
Sure, cause no one gets your text after a few beers
You're responsible for more alcohol poisonings than saved lives
try to explain the irony to hillbillies
thats pearls before drunkards.
Give messages and your temperament to the people
all they will do is argue who knows you longest
Don't think that anything will stay in their minds
apart from the mp3 download
You write a song against the mean world
And in China someone now just ordered some rice
Then comes the war again and you soon realize :
Music is not a solution
The melody gives everybody hope
Today the Festival scum raise their fists
But tomorrow they wake up in their puke
Music is not a solution
If you are such a knowitall, you little wunderkind
why don't you own a parliament seat?
You thought, the job as a protest singer was crisis-proof
But if there was world peace, we wouldn't your songs anymore
If the Guantanamo hostages were freed
and world climate was stable
I'd have to point out without being spiteful
you'd sing yourself to unemployment
Admit it: You need the tears, the fear
The smack-junkies, the cancer patienst
The gangs, the girl trafficking
the informers next door
The military tyrants, the hate campaigns
The carreer sluts, the light barriers
The toxic waste that ends up in the ocean
The planet is going belly-up, but we're going together
Fill your glass and no one will notice you
The glass is half empty, master
Allow doubts to f*ck your brain
Because there's still mist in every optimist
Do it like us, we don't care about creation
If god only needs seven days, he can do it more often
ditch your guitar and your pen
indifference will make you invulnerable
nothing is bad and reprehensible anymore
take a room with sea view
while the scum bury themselves outside.
Give humanity- I'm not done yet
give up on humanity, Kaliba, you are wasting your art
They want change but say, they're hands are tied
cause they are controlled by dark forces, blah, they are complaining again!
But People aren't bad, they're just stupid.
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