The Old Man Ist Dead lyrics

The old man is dead

The old man is dead

The old man is dead

It was beetle number 607

Who tweaked him in the ass:

"Time to go to bed!"

The old man is dead

Decorations on red velvet

Medals of World War One

Memories of the Great War

Sweets to die for

Remedy for his tired head

Fountain of youth

Melted in lead

The old man is dead

World War Two was not of his taste

The parvenue talked too loud

Cut potatoes with his knife

Ate the fish with a knife

Yet the hunting came alive

Yet the killing did revive

The old man is dead

Words like silver columns

In front of an empty temple

Wisdom of a Warhead

By the grace of his Godhead

Yet the days are long verweht

Und jetzt, kleiner Krieger ist es spät

Time to go to bed

The old man is dead

• Artist:Deine Lakaien
• Album:Indicator (2010)