SCHREI NACH LIEBE
(M/T: Felsenheimer-Urlaub)

You're so dumb, so bovine,
that's why you're doing fine.
Hate's your favorite affection.
Your blood is always ragin'.

You need everything explained,
don't know a thing, so hare-brained.
I bet that you don't have a clue,
what even affection means.

You violence, your rage
it screams just a silent cry for love.
Your Doc Martens very much,
crave a gentle, loving touch.

You're mess,emotions never learned to express.
Parents never gave you a dime,
and never had time.

Asshole!

Why are you afraid of a human touch?
Afraid it will become a crutch?
All that bluster is just playing a part.
I know deep down inside you have a heart.

You're romantic, not just in theory.
Hidden among the death metal, I see,
there's a sappy soft rock LP.

You violence, your rage
it screams just a silent cry for love.
Your Doc Martens very much,
crave a gentle, loving touch.

You're mess,emotions never learned to express.
Parents never gave you a dime,
and never had time.

Asshole!

'Cause no one could care less,
about your problems, where you at,
and you're afraid of a human contact,
you turned into a fascist.

You're just projecting your self-hate,
as a way of protecting.
So no one can tell you hide,
the feelings you have inside.

You violence, your rage
it screams just a silent cry for love.
Your Doc Martens very much,
crave a gentle, loving touch.

You're mess, emotions never learned to express.
And your girlfriend, too,
never has any time for you.

Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!

(from the single "Schrei nach Liebe" resp. from the album "Die Bestie in Menschengestalt")

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