Dear Kaliba, nice try
Critical texts, world-improver blues;
You think you're giving the system a repair
Only underestimating the law of nature
Because we, come with coal power
The monopoly of power, with ammunition en masse
Through corruption obtained lodge place
You come with sheet music, we laughed ourselves to death! (Look ma')
David against Goliath
Is from a fairy tale book full of lied nonsense
Before you ignite fire in the generation
We drive hovercraft through a moon landscape
An anti-war sound production?
Pff, something new
John Lennon did that in the 70s
It really brought something

You make a song, against the common world
And in China, someone just ordered rice
Then the war comes again, then you quickly understand:
Music is no solution
The melody gives them hope
Today the festival scum raises their fist
But tomorrow they wake up in their vomit
Music is no solution

What do you want? Carry people with your songs
From the wrong track to civil courage?
Peace flags above all crisis states?
Do you want another kidney?
Do you think you are now the voice of society?
They find you cool as long as you have money
Maybe you are loved by some for the brave step
Others say: He just wants good publicity!
No, it's not easy, you have to withstand headwinds
Doubtful people from the wrong corner will clap for the next single
For example, suit-disguised, right-wing minded spastics
Who post your video because they make calculated hunt for young voter voices
Sure, because no one understands your lyrics after a Jever pallet
You have more alcohol corpses on your conscience than lives saved
You will find it hard to explain the satire in the village
It's pearls before the drinkers
Give people messages and your temperament
They will only argue about who knows you longer
Don't believe that anything sticks
Except for the download of the MP3

You make a song, against the common world
And in China, someone just ordered rice
Then the war comes again, then you quickly understand:
Music is no solution
The melody, gives them hope
Today the festival scum raises their fist
But tomorrow they wake up in their vomit
Music is no solution

If you know everything so much better, you wonder boy
Why aren't you in the Bundestag, hm?
Did you think the job as a protest singer is crisis-proof
But if there was world peace, we wouldn't need your songs anymore;
If the hostages in Guantanamo are freed
And the world climate reaches a status quo again
I have to point out without being malicious
You're singing yourself into unemployment
Admit it you need the tears, the fear
The hero-junks, the cancer patients
The gangs, the girl trade
The informers next door
The military tyrants, the hate campaigns
The career sluts, the laser barriers
The toxic substances that end up in the seas
The planet is bathing but we are going together!
Pour yourself a drink and you'll see, no one notices you
The glass is half-empty, master
Allow doubt to fuck your head
Because there is still shit in every optimist
Do it like us, we don't care about creation
If God only needs seven days he can do it more often
Stamp guitar, and fountain pen
You will be invincible through indifference
Nothing is bad anymore, and reprehensible
Get a room with a sea view
While the rabble buries itself below
Give up humanity I'm not done yet
Give up humanity, Kaliba you're wasting your art
They want change, but say their hands are tied
Because they are guided by dark forces, blah, they are whining again
But people are not evil, people are just stupid

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