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Terrorgruppe Amerika

Hey Ho Hurra wir sind in Amerika Lets go gabba gabba Wir sind in Amerika Die Strande sind langer Und die Sonne scheint warmer - In Amerika Die Reichen

In the past, she was against children She saw no reason for more babies in this world I said: "You're right", cause I thought about the money But now

From Reichstag till keltbusser Door Lines are passing bodyguards and BGS Kreuzberg is occupied by cops Get out of the way Keep all Lanes free. The diplomats

Where I go and where I stay everybody knows everything better but I have the better advantage my swiss army knife slogans from right and left wing but

At the meeting was nothing special going on But south german wine brought comfort They left the parliament building totally drunk and fell asleep at

ever there lies a man He pukes wine, booze and nightrain He and his friends are obviously homeless One of the gang is missing a leg And his friend next

Sunday morning 3pm, I wake up Sunday morning 3pm, one eye open Sunday morning 3pm, I'm in a bad mood Sunday morning 3pm, I'm in a bad mood I lay in bed

One beautiful Thursday morning in springtime Peter Lorenz get kidnapped in Zehlendorf They put him in a box and then he realized that now he was a hostage