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No Excitement
No pennies in my coat’s pockets.
Everybody’s jumping like they’re kangaroos.
My Taunus’ full of gas
plus bass hits our heads!
But still there is no excitement for this life.
There is no excitement for this life!
There is no excitement for this life!
No!
Hah!
There is no win-win rule here
One of us will lose, no escape!
You won’t stay long in jail kid
A hungry stomach has no ears.
No one without wound.
No one’s getting off.
No goals for your future.
You’ve no tomorrow!
Hah!
You’ve no basic confidence.
You’re illegal or legal, have no settled life.
No pouch.
Don’t wait, wind’s not willing to blow.
Everything’s meaningless, no new scheme.
You grew up on streets, have no fairy tales.
Hah!
Have no one to hold you except your own arms.
You’re alive or dead, there is no middle ground!
There’re cops in my front door.
A police commissioner with a gun in his hands.
Trail of blood on my everywhere.
Have huge suitcases in front of me.
Hills, seas are nothing to me.
And there’re acarids on my back.
Those songs will be left half-done.
No panda in here but camels.
No pennies in my coat’s pockets.
Everybody’s jumping like they’re kangaroos.
My Taunus’ full of gas, plus bass hits our heads.
But still there is no excitement for this life.
There is no excitement for this life!
There is no excitement for this life!
No!
No pennies in my coat’s pockets.
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