3 Minuten [English translation]

That is, pass the corn schnapps on

Taking the mobile phone, shooting a porno, gangbang scenes

Going up to the limits just because you're bored

Chilling, talking rubbish, rebelling and hanging around with your friends

Going crazy, just out of frustration on the world hitting someone

Look at the youth, how the media spoils them

Look into the city where from the windows TV light glows

Look at all the Germans in their small warm houses

With the sated stomachs who decieves themselves all the time

In the richest country of the world where no one is content with what he's got because everyone here is too greedy

In the same country where moral has changed so much, its values are Porsche, BMW and Mercedes

Hook X 2

They take your youth from you, you have no youth

Rowdays, smell of booze, so easy to categorize

They take your youth from you, you have no youth

Halzfware, everything in a song of 3 minutes

That is flatrate drinkiing, run into the backstage area

By a pound of Skunk, and right away smoke the whole package

That is euphoria in the light tunnel, that is seeing colors

Opening the window, puttin the music loud, cruise in a stolen car

Throwing your cigarette butts out of the window, grieving when the best friend is serious and finally starts to scarify

That is sitting with her parents at the emergency admission

Where the two of stoners only talked about driving a Porsche, their next shot and Botox while their own daughter was lying unconscious next door

That is Myspace, Top Friends and ICQ

That is having no desire for any d*mn job

No angels sitting on your shoulder, a neon-yellow Pali scarf

Talking sh*t, drink Absinth, Kreuzberg Zyankhali Bar

The girls paint their eyes dark, they attract attention, but everyone in the club is on it, and they submerge in the masses

Hook X 2

That is visiting the best friends, the door being locked, in the middle of his living room he shot himself, the wallpaper full of blood, his last greeting red on white, your lips repeat the echo of his death cry

That is when the parents think with distributing their money they've already done enough, you stumble into the worl and your Chucks lose ground in the mud and sludge of this world which the generations before you have destroyed

That is fighting it with all your strength, that splitting your head with Liquids, that is trying to hold a girl, that is being a rebel on priciple, that is Neopunk, that is getting nothing, running into a foggy wall

That is playing with the knife, waking up at the Ticker and taking the rest of the drugs while leaving, fights on Tilidin

That is hitting the punchbag, that is taking his homes, that is everything though it still feels like a weird dream

• Artist:Prinz Pi
• Album:Teenage Mutant Horror Show 2