You too were once a child and I too was once small
And they also told us something
And then you do all that and try to be like that
And then you realize that something is missing
And then you unlearn to feel yourself properly
Or you escape into art or consumption
And while you are busy making plans
The gods are laughing their heads off
Let your children have their say
Listen to them properly
They still feel themselves, they have a feeling for the world
They are smarter than you and me

And remember before you answer
You are also just hurt children
In the end there are new symptoms again, and you were the inventors
And then tell them again how it's done right
Grow up and are you naive
Preach formulas, let everything be written in notebooks
The gods are laughing their heads off

Pay attention to beautiful handwriting and curricula
And that they sharpen the pencils
Show them pictures of oak leaves
While they sit inside at tables
And then plow and cram and vomit again
And in the afternoon RTL two
On the weekend go shopping for something nice, the uniform mush is ready
And anyone who does not conform
Is declared a problem child
And anyone who is too lively
Gets a pill so she doesn't disturb
And with that you are deceiving yourselves because
No child is a problem
And all the free spirits, all the school skippers
Just symptom carriers in the system

But remember when you judge so harshly
You are also just captive spirits
The discontent is getting louder
And the teachers are screaming themselves hoarse
Be outraged that Johnny is not what he should be
But only who he is
The gods are peeing themselves laughing
And you think you know something

And when Johnny is then Hans
Who has his own children to whom he tells something
Then Hans and Kunz, and maybe you too, realize
That something is missing again
You have wishes and dreams
And constantly run into imaginary walls with it
And every wish you fulfill
Then it's just over
Go to work for invented numbers
And wait for the burnouts to come
Throw your money out for plastic
To get a little happiness
The best of cereals and milk
Another carport and another loan
And everyone thinks it's shit but everyone joins in
And everyone thinks it's shit but everyone joins in

You smart alecks and still buy
And the advertising sells you for stupid
And then you sit in front of your flat screen TVs
And complain about consumption
If you call that world, I like to be out of touch
The gods are laughing their heads off
If you call that world, I like to be out of touch
The gods are laughing their heads off

You dream sellers, symptom designers
Do you still realize what's happening?
Who gave you the land and the water
That you are now privatizing
You hypocrites, you liars, you pied pipers
You securities sellers
You were given spirit and feeling
And yet you are just followers
You big, scarred, helpless giants
You were also small once
And someone punished you with silence
And left you alone in it
And now you not only don't hear the gods laughing
You also don't hear the children crying
And keep telling them it wouldn't hurt
Without meaning it that way
Go ahead and make plans, I stand on the edge
I see you and I'm not alone
Behind me are more and more out of touch
They also don't fit in
And now don't wait for a conciliatory ending
I won't do you that favor
No wink, no mild punchline,
That breaks the discomfort again
Someday the gods will stop laughing
And if I'm not around anymore
I leave behind a child that belongs to itself
And this unwieldy song

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