Lyrics - Page 2

*Kid Icarus* · 11-27-2005, 06:35 PM

Marky got with Sharon
And Sharon got Sharice
She was sharing Sharon's outlook
On the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar
And Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Tommy played piano
Like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas
He was dancing with a train
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes
Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

[Chorus]

Another Mikey took a knife
While arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever-present
Football player rapist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Polly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
And got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

[Chorus]

*Anarky* · 12-10-2005, 12:02 PM

This is one of the best punk songs there is, it just sounds so honest and sad...

Ironically Johnny Thunders died almost exactly five years after the album was released, the lyrics are changed in the live-version of this song.

Die Toten Hosen - Wort zum Sonntag

Früher war alles besser,
früher war alles gut,
da hielten alle noch zusammen,
die Bewegung hatte noch Wut.

Früher, hör auf mit früher,
ich will es nicht mehr hörn.
Denn damals war es auch nicht anders,
mich kann das alles nicht störn.

Ich bin noch keine 60
und ich bin auch nicht nah dran.
Und erst dann werde ich erzählen,
was früher einmal war.

Solange Johnny Thunders lebt,
solange bleib ich ein Punk.
Solange es was zu trinken gibt,
dauern alle unsere Feste an.
Solange ich noch zwei Freunde find,
werden wir durch die Straßen ziehn.
Solang die Wellenreiter lästern,
weiß ich, dass es nichts Besseres gibt.

Ich bin noch keine 60
und ich bin auch nicht nah dran.
Und erst dann werde ich erzählen,
was früher einmal war.

Ich werde immer laut durch's Leben ziehn,
jeden Tag in jedem Jahr,
und wenn ich wirklich einmal anders bin,
ist das heute noch scheißegal!

Kein Zeitungsknabe wird uns jemals erzählen,
was grad alt oder brandneu ist.
Damit wird er höchstens so viel erzielen
wie ein Hund, der gegen Bäume pisst.
Das Ende setzen wir uns selbst
und niemand anders auf der Welt.
Begreift besser jetzt als nie:
Es kommt erst, wenn es uns gefällt!

Wir sind noch keine 60
und wir sind auch nicht nah dran.
Und erst dann werden wir erzählen,
was früher einmal war.

Wir werden immer laut durch's Leben ziehn,
jeden Tag in jedem Jahr,
und wenn wir wirklich einmal anders sind,
ist das heute noch scheißegal.

Die Toten Hosen - A word on Sunday

It used to be better,
it used to be good,
everybody stuck together,
the movement still had its anger.

It used, stop with "it used",
I can't hear it anymore.
It wasn't any different back then,
it doesn't bother me.

I'm not 60 yet
and I'm not even close to it.
And then I'll start to talk about
what it used to be like.

As long as Johnny Thunders' alive,
I'll stay a punk.
As long as there's still drinks,
our parties will go on.
As long as I can find two friends,
we will roam the streets.
As long as the trendwhores complain,
I know that there's nothing better.

I'm not 60 yet
and I'm not even close to it.
And then I'll start to talk about
what it used to be like.

I will go through life being loud,
every day in every year,
and should I be different,
I still don't f***ing care!

No media slave will ever tell us,
what's in and what's out.
He'll only do as much
as a dog pissing on a tree.
We will end this ourselves
and nobody else on this world.
Better remember it now than later:
It will end when we feel like it!

I'm not 60 yet
and I'm not even close to it.
And then I'll start to talk about
what it used to be like.

We will go through life being loud,
every day in every year,
and should we be different,
we still don't f***ing care!

11-27-2005, 06:35 PM	#21
Kid Icarus Foot Elite Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Angel Land Posts: 4,150	Butthole Surfers - Pepper Marky got with Sharon And Sharon got Sharice She was sharing Sharon's outlook On the topic of disease Mikey had a facial scar And Bobby was a racist They were all in love with dyin' They were doing it in Texas Tommy played piano Like a kid out in the rain Then he lost his leg in Dallas He was dancing with a train They were all in love with dyin' They were drinking from a fountain That was pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes Some will die in hot pursuit In fiery auto crashes Some will die in hot pursuit While sifting through my ashes Some will fall in love with life And drink it from a fountain That is pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain [Chorus] Another Mikey took a knife While arguing in traffic Flipper died a natural death He caught a nasty virus Then there was the ever-present Football player rapist They were all in love with dyin' They were doing it in Texas Polly caught a bullet But it only hit his leg Well it should have been a better shot And got him in the head They were all in love with dyin' They were drinking from a fountain That was pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain [Chorus]

12-10-2005, 12:02 PM	#22
Anarky Outlaw Hero Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Tannhauser Gate Posts: 4,867	This is one of the best punk songs there is, it just sounds so honest and sad... Ironically Johnny Thunders died almost exactly five years after the album was released, the lyrics are changed in the live-version of this song. Die Toten Hosen - Wort zum Sonntag Früher war alles besser, früher war alles gut, da hielten alle noch zusammen, die Bewegung hatte noch Wut. Früher, hör auf mit früher, ich will es nicht mehr hörn. Denn damals war es auch nicht anders, mich kann das alles nicht störn. Ich bin noch keine 60 und ich bin auch nicht nah dran. Und erst dann werde ich erzählen, was früher einmal war. Solange Johnny Thunders lebt, solange bleib ich ein Punk. Solange es was zu trinken gibt, dauern alle unsere Feste an. Solange ich noch zwei Freunde find, werden wir durch die Straßen ziehn. Solang die Wellenreiter lästern, weiß ich, dass es nichts Besseres gibt. Ich bin noch keine 60 und ich bin auch nicht nah dran. Und erst dann werde ich erzählen, was früher einmal war. Ich werde immer laut durch's Leben ziehn, jeden Tag in jedem Jahr, und wenn ich wirklich einmal anders bin, ist das heute noch scheißegal! Kein Zeitungsknabe wird uns jemals erzählen, was grad alt oder brandneu ist. Damit wird er höchstens so viel erzielen wie ein Hund, der gegen Bäume pisst. Das Ende setzen wir uns selbst und niemand anders auf der Welt. Begreift besser jetzt als nie: Es kommt erst, wenn es uns gefällt! Wir sind noch keine 60 und wir sind auch nicht nah dran. Und erst dann werden wir erzählen, was früher einmal war. Wir werden immer laut durch's Leben ziehn, jeden Tag in jedem Jahr, und wenn wir wirklich einmal anders sind, ist das heute noch scheißegal. Die Toten Hosen - A word on Sunday It used to be better, it used to be good, everybody stuck together, the movement still had its anger. It used, stop with "it used", I can't hear it anymore. It wasn't any different back then, it doesn't bother me. I'm not 60 yet and I'm not even close to it. And then I'll start to talk about what it used to be like. As long as Johnny Thunders' alive, I'll stay a punk. As long as there's still drinks, our parties will go on. As long as I can find two friends, we will roam the streets. As long as the trendwhores complain, I know that there's nothing better. I'm not 60 yet and I'm not even close to it. And then I'll start to talk about what it used to be like. I will go through life being loud, every day in every year, and should I be different, I still don't f*ing care! No media slave will ever tell us, what's in and what's out. He'll only do as much as a dog pissing on a tree. We will end this ourselves and nobody else on this world. Better remember it now than later: It will end when we feel like it! I'm not 60 yet and I'm not even close to it. And then I'll start to talk about what it used to be like. We will go through life being loud, every day in every year, and should we be different, we still don't fing care! __________________ Because it's... I dunno... brutal.*