Letra de 'Friday Night' de The Kartetch

Agree with Hansi Fallada fifteen times a day
That I’m so sick
Put on a mask and save this world again
That’s not your business
That’s not your business, so

Agree even with you fifteen times a day
That I’m so sick
Put on a mask and save this world again
I’m not a hero, not a “super”, what a hell?
You ask me, what can I do?
Beware

I will jump to your kitchen
Please, brothers, stop this pray
I’ll taste all your booze, my death won’t be here
I’m sorry for that, but I’ll find
All the stupid sheep at this party
Looks like a shepherd
And I must go to sleep
But I’m screwing around
'Cause that’s my way to exist
Hey, don’t be spoiled, Tom
Don’t be a splinter, Tom
Don’t be an asshole

You know, that all that spoilage
Is a surprising gift from God
I never asked him
I never applied
To be anointed to your kingdom

What the hell?
What the hell?

A perfect moment, I seem to start some mess away
So, I prepared my sting and new perfume yesterday
The holy road guides me to the familiar carnival
Somebody’s dancing and that’s ridiculous stuff
Somebody’s talking about wonderful shit, oh my God
I just need to choose the new victim
Cheers for the near future’s losers

Welcome to the new Friday night
Someone’s already lost here
Someone’s already lost here, oh, c’mon?
Welcome to the new Friday night
Someone’s already lost here

Someone’s already lost here
Here
Lost
Welcome