Lach Mal Wieder
senaka ni mimi o bitto tsukete dakishimeta
kyoukaisen mitai na karada ga janmada ne dokkaicchai sou na no sa
damatteru to chigire sou dakara konna kimochi
han KEI san meetoru inai no sekai de motto kitto hittsuitetai no sa
kawariban kodebe DARU o koide ojigi no himawari toori koshite
gungun kaze o no mikonde sou tobe sou jan
hajimete kanjita ki mi no taion dare yori mo tsuyoku naritai
attakai RIZUMU niKO no shinzou ga kuttsuiteku
chibiru to chibiru me to me to te to te
kamisama wa nani mo kinshi nankashitenai aishit
Coors for Sunday
(B. Cummings - D. Troiano)
Hey dreambreaker, you gonna laugh now that you fell down?
You broke my will and stole my soul, without even a half-ass frown.
You got Coors for Sunday, you got a way with the Negro boys,
Comes to steppin' on their women, spendin' all your cash just to hear their noise.
You got cool, not even you could ever get that hip,
Seems your nose started runnin' everytime you tried to let your backbone slip,
You know it ain't right when you're screamin' in the morning...
You got Kings at your table, they're just a backstreet bunch of clowns,
Steppin' out, have a look over, I hope I'm there to see you tumble on down.