New World Click Track
Brave new world, rusty old cadillac
Speeding 'long the highway, looking for a heart attack
World might explode, watch out - big crack
Listen to the rhythm, listen to the sick track
Old tribes are ruled by the same old rat pack
Ev'rybody flirts with the killer of the zodiac
Crowds are cheering, heroes never turn back
Listen to the sound, it's your fav'rite click track
Click click track
Click click track
Click click track
Click click track
Men borrow money and then go to bed
With the wife of their only friend
Ev'ry little thing you do is destroyed
By that weirdo government
And what about education?
That's where the big funds are misspent
'Cause kids kill their poor old aunties first
And their mum and dad in the end
Or torture little puppies
Cute, cute puppies
(Daddy killed it)
(Cute, cute, cute, cute puppies, cute puppies)
One of these days I'm gonna get those
Worthless stealing swines
Who rob our filled food cellars
Who steal our good ol' wines
Will cut their evil throats
And rip out their intestines
(Are you Canadian?)
Forbid those feminist bitches
To talk about progestines
Lead them back to their purpose
Which my one and only good god destines
It's a jungle
It's a jungle
It's a jungle
It's a jungle
Johnny woke up this morning, realized he was not okay
Crying he was and moaning, packed his clothes and left that day
Johnny, where are you going now? Over the hill and far far away
Speeding 'long the highway, looking for a heart attack
World might explode, watch out - big crack
Listen to the rhythm, listen to the sick track
Old tribes are ruled by the same old rat pack
Ev'rybody flirts with the killer of the zodiac
Crowds are cheering, heroes never turn back
Listen to the sound, it's your fav'rite click track
Click click track
Click click track
Click click track
Click click track
Men borrow money and then go to bed
With the wife of their only friend
Ev'ry little thing you do is destroyed
By that weirdo government
And what about education?
That's where the big funds are misspent
'Cause kids kill their poor old aunties first
And their mum and dad in the end
Or torture little puppies
Cute, cute puppies
(Daddy killed it)
(Cute, cute, cute, cute puppies, cute puppies)
One of these days I'm gonna get those
Worthless stealing swines
Who rob our filled food cellars
Who steal our good ol' wines
Will cut their evil throats
And rip out their intestines
(Are you Canadian?)
Forbid those feminist bitches
To talk about progestines
Lead them back to their purpose
Which my one and only good god destines
It's a jungle
It's a jungle
It's a jungle
It's a jungle
Johnny woke up this morning, realized he was not okay
Crying he was and moaning, packed his clothes and left that day
Johnny, where are you going now? Over the hill and far far away
Credits
Writer(s): Matthias Baumgart
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