A Song Story
If there is a god of music
He doesn't look out for me
A childhood affected by popsongs
And half-naked girls on mtv
I love Rock'n'Roll but not a hundred times a week
More variety is the solution that I need
For me there is no chance to get away
Only one playlist played by the radio stations everyday
It's chasing me in my dreams
And now I'm fed up
I guess it's time for a new song
I hate those lines of the old one
I guess it's time for a new song
I hate those lines hate the old one
OK there could be a party to hear 'em once again
I brace myself and I stand up and bear it like a man
But please don't repeat so that I try to delete
All those harmonies have to get out of my head
It's chasing me in my dreams
And now I'm fed up
I guess it's time for a new song
I hate those lines of the old one
On every single day in my car
The same damn riffs of the guitar
An escape from these four minutes of my life
In the shopping mall at the railway station
there's a steady music penetration
Every morning and every noon I must hear this nasty tune
I guess it's time for a new song
I hate those lines of the old one
I guess it's time for a new song
I hate those lines hate the old one
On every single day in my car
The same damn riffs of the guitar
An escape from these four minutes of my life
He doesn't look out for me
A childhood affected by popsongs
And half-naked girls on mtv
I love Rock'n'Roll but not a hundred times a week
More variety is the solution that I need
For me there is no chance to get away
Only one playlist played by the radio stations everyday
It's chasing me in my dreams
And now I'm fed up
I guess it's time for a new song
I hate those lines of the old one
I guess it's time for a new song
I hate those lines hate the old one
OK there could be a party to hear 'em once again
I brace myself and I stand up and bear it like a man
But please don't repeat so that I try to delete
All those harmonies have to get out of my head
It's chasing me in my dreams
And now I'm fed up
I guess it's time for a new song
I hate those lines of the old one
On every single day in my car
The same damn riffs of the guitar
An escape from these four minutes of my life
In the shopping mall at the railway station
there's a steady music penetration
Every morning and every noon I must hear this nasty tune
I guess it's time for a new song
I hate those lines of the old one
I guess it's time for a new song
I hate those lines hate the old one
On every single day in my car
The same damn riffs of the guitar
An escape from these four minutes of my life
Credits
Writer(s): Hazel The Nut, Michael Stöckinger, Philipp Hufnagel, Sebastian Haupt
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