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I argued with a wounded manHe saying so And me saying: "Why can't the beer in my glass Stop to fizz?"That insane hiss!He said:"Drink up boy, It takes a whole lot a lotwhen you're up to your neck in this!"Now there are demons all around me Saying I should taste some of what freedom really isAnd that I shouldn't resistThe wealthOf this oblivionI used to play with toy guns and toy knives But my daddyHe never thought me how to killHe told me how to take the blame But my daddyHe didn't teach me how to killI was told to be discreetAnd to be able to take an insultSongtexteI was so discreet nobody noticed me mommaI was told to fearAnd fear alone Would help me what to chooseSo I dreamed myself to solitudeAnd I left behind my family and my kinI pack my bags And I go slide back to my motherTo hide in her shackFrom this aFighting and fussingI was raised on meat and alcoholIt don't do any good at allI went clipsEclipseBut I ain't did noI ain't had noI ain't coming backIt's amazing how only a little faith Can point someone in one peculiar directionBut how mush it takes for people to admitThey were wrongAnd to renegotiate their intentionsOr how quickly they irritateIf you only mentionThat only 2-3-5 changesTo their daily waysCould make a whole lot a differenceIn the chain of daysIn time and spaceI hope I won't get bustedCause I done no wrong But of course You never know What change might comeIn moralityOr economyEcologySexualityOr any other matterOn the one hand Or on the other handIn my land Or your landMakes me understandThat nobody really knows Which way things goAnd that even the river must flowUp stream sometimesConsumption!Beep beep!Watusi! Aus Songtexte Mania