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Funker Vogt - why should I take care? Thanks For Nothing!


You are not born yet
But already so alone
That you can do nothing but scream
Nothing but pressure and no more help

Love isn't subsisting
Hate is dominating

There is no tenderness
There is just pain
There aren't any words
There is just a cry

But you had your aim
Did it all for your aim
Beat all the pain

Didn't lose your soul
Now you live your life
Pride is your dignity
And proudly you can say
Thanks for nothing!

You didn't get any support
You didn't get any help
They dropped you on the floor
They kicked you with their feet

Crowded cities polluted air
Every day is getting worse
Try to breathe the smoky steam
It will affect your lungs

Burning oil-fields in iraq
A dark cloud darkens the sun
But this happens so far away
So why should I take care

We are living in a nightmare
We call it normal life
The time is reached that we take care
And stop dancing on the knife

The ozone-layer is destroyed
Deadly sunrays hit the earth
The world turns from green to grey
All that remains is dust

As long as I live it will be fine
There`s nothing what I can do
The world will die and so do i
So why should I take care

We are living in a nightmare
We call it normal life
The time is reached that we take care
And stop dancing on the knife

There was a little child,
playing with its friends.
They had a lot of toys,
And nothing more then fun.

They didn't care for success,
And had no tasks to master.
Life was so easy to them,
And just without any problems.

Where is the little child in you?
Where has your childhood gone?
Who is the man in the mirror?
And where is your peaceful fun?

Your Aim is success.
Your life is no fun.
Work like a machine.
Happiness is gone.

Remember that your just a big child.
Remember the time you ? you childhood.
Remember the time before.
Remember, and enjoy it.

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