C.B.A

Pippersteiner/Kräutner

 

 

SOMETIMES THERE’S A FEELING

I DON’T KNOW WHERE IT COMES FROM

MAYBE THAT I’M DREAMING BUT NO ONE WAKES ME UP

THERE ARE SO MANY QUESTIONS

THEY’RE BURNING IN MY HEAD

I WANNA KNOW THE REASON WHY I’M FEELING SO BAD

 

MAYBE IT’S THE WEATHER

OR JUST MY HOROSCOPE, MAN

I CAN’T FIND THE REASON MY BLOOD IS RUNNING SLOW

MAYBE THERE‘S A MASTER

HE ’S WATCHING YOU AND ME

I THINK THAT WE ARE NOTHING BUT PUPPETS ON A STRING

 

NO, THIS CAN’T BE ALL

NO, THERE MUST BE MORE

SEARCHIN FOR THE WAY

NO, THIS CAN’T BE ALL

 

PEOPLE ARE WALKING

LIKE CYBORGS ON THE STREETS

YOU HAVE TO WORK

AS LONG AS YOUR HEART BEATS

INSIDE I’M COLD

NO POWER IN MY VEINS

I TRY TO MOVE MY LIMBS

NOBODY BREAKS MY CHAINS

 

NO, THIS CAN’T ...

 

NO, THIS CAN’T ...

 

WAKE UP IN THE MORNING

AND HAVE A LOOK AROUND; NO

WE WON’T HEAR THE WARNING, THE LAND LAYS ON THE GROUND

I’M FEELING LIKE A STRANGER

IN MY MOUTH A BAD TASTE

WE DON’T STOP OUR GREED TILL EVERYTHING IS WASTE

 

NO, THIS CAN’T ...

 

C.B.A.