Where the Bible lies next to the small caliber by the bed
Since there are homes again
People sing church songs in the morning, pub songs in the evening
There are more cemeteries than kindergartens
Lawns are short and hedges are high, school uniforms are spotless
The bowling club is straight
The revolution doesn't smell like burning diesel
But like onions and minced meat
And every Saturday afternoon trembles with the song of the lawnmowers
Thanks to Amazon, the shop floors are empty
School only until tenth grade, then off to the military
Time is running and we are slowly following

And a madman yells, the end is near
Armageddon sign hangs around the neck
The televangelist with shiny hair
Says, the end is here
And we're going to hell, yes (ah-ah-ah)
We're going to hell, yes (ah-ah-ah)
The end is here

Where the flag waves for the fatherland
Sewn and "Made in Pakistan"
People tell each other over Rakı schnapps who they're sleeping with
Not who they're voting for, that remains private, damn it
In protest against protest songs
The annoying Greta girl and world climate
Rescued a dog from Romania
But people at sea should die
And every Sunday afternoon is silent with the nursing homes
Since the train station has been shut down, the tracks lead to nowhere
The bikers tick at the roundabout to the kids
The tooth of time filled with amalgam

And a madman yells, the end is near
Armageddon sign hangs around the neck
The televangelist with shiny hair
Says, the end is here
And we're going to hell, yes (ah-ah-ah)
We're going to hell, yes (ah-ah-ah)
The end is here

Standing on the edge of the country road
Crosses with names in clear plastic covers
The nation laughs at the disposable grill
And time stands still

And a madman yells, the end is near
Armageddon sign hangs around the neck
The televangelist with shiny hair
Says, the end is here
And we're going to hell, yes (ah-ah-ah)
We're going to hell, yes (ah-ah-ah)
We're going to hell, yes (ah-ah-ah)
We're going to hell, yes (ah-ah-ah)
The end is here

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