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Originally Posted by Calico

could somebody PLEASE post the lyrics (translated)? All this talk about how bad the lyrics are and all you German speakers are keeping it to yourself. =P

As someone said before, the lyrics are really non-sence and the logic is very obscure even in German. These lyrics are hard to translate and my English isnt that good, but i tried my best...

Prinz Pi - Fabulous World of Anarchy

We build a new town, simply over Berlin.
It looks then like 1945 after the war,
everywhere is civil war.
When you see the Citizens then, you know why, all sieved their brain -
at the expense of the State, of course.
Drunk the language sounds like a mix of English and Japanese.
Since everything is ****ed up, there are party drugs every day for free.
My few Maseratis, about 100, were paid from money against world hunger.
And behind the tent are somewhere in the ruines heroes and politicans of the old world on heroin.
They tried to knock me down, I'm deporting them.
Dealing with Sibiria, they should rent them a stable there
and in return I order diamonds, caviar and oil for the founding of a new country.

2x
The old world sleeps, we hear them snearing,
we are packing the suitcase and boarding the ark.
In the head just the one gnawing question,
what a world will expect us tomorrow?

We found a new country and become patriots,
for our supporters we keep a slogan.
They can scream it, all other things will be forbidden.
We take a few idiots into our parliament,
order female citizens out of catalogs,
consolidate our control with handling of disasters.
We direct them, I´m feeling like Moses.
I get the money and gold, the people get milk and honey,
I endanger the world, render capers,
endanger the USA, build bombs of coke cans.
Our new country is built in the Antarctic.
Like SS-daggers it was already under the control of the Nazis.
On the UN I order development-aid.
The ice has to go, I need a few hundred mushroom clouds,
our money has a unreal exchange rate,
with this we smear our own laws.

2x
The old world sleeps, we hear them snearing,
we are packing the suitcase and boarding the ark.
In the head just the one gnawing question,
what a world will expect us tomorrow?

We want to have a new world,
not so green, not so blue,
but gloomy like sick eyes of children.
Just because of the Uranium production the eyes start to shine.
I tear the constitution and replace it with poorly customs,
sects and cults, which are dark voodoos.
Three, three, three times you can guess, which are the voodoos.
The old gods are out and a group with a logo of three threes is the main-couse.
A freak-show, live your nightmare,
between nuclear damages and scum.
You need a picture, ask your fantasy,
welcome to the fabulous world of anarchy.

2x
The old world sleeps, we hear them snearing,
we are packing the suitcase and boarding the ark.
In the head just the one gnawing question,
what a world will expect us tomorrow?