Shut Up
You say,
I should do it differently.
I don't,
Necessarily agree.
Stand up!
Sit down!
Be nice!
Did ya hear me ask for your advice?
Don't bother,
Trying to tell me your beliefs.
Your point of veiw is pretty straight to me.
Do this!
Do that!
On track!
Do me a favor and don't talk back!
Round and round,
But the conversation always ends where it began.
Round and round,
And I need a vacation.
My god,
I've had it from you!
Shut up!
Don't want to hear your voice.
Shut up!
I'm sick of all the noise.
There's nothing you can say to me,
So get away from me.
Shut up!
Blah Blah, Blah Blah, Blah Blah, Blah Blah.
That's what,
It sounds like you said to me.
You nag and you brag and I gag,
There's so much beauty in what we have.
You must,
Have better things that you can do.
Or just,
Love all around me too.
What you want,
What I need.
Oh please!
I think you get off,
On hearing yourself speak.
Round and round,
But the conversation always ends where it began.
Round and round,
And I need a vacation.
My god,
I've had it from you!
Shut up!
Don't want to hear your voice.
Shut up!
I'm sick of all the noise.
There's nothing you can say to me,
So get away from me.
Shut up!
Don't want to be polite.
It's messed up,
How you always think you're right.
There's nothing you can say,
That's gonna change the way I am.
Shut up!
Round and round,
But the conversation always ends where it began.
Round and round,
And I need a vacation.
My god,
I've had it from you!
Shut up!
Don't want to hear your voice.
Shut up!
I'm sick of all the noise.
There's nothing you can say to me,
So get away from me.
Shut up!
Don't want to be polite.
It's messed up,
How you always think you're right.
There's nothing you can say,
That's gonna change the way I am.
Shut up!
Geburt Einer Nation
Black candies burning lowto the meetings agains they go
Picard can't wait to take away another soul
Oh it's a shame, Picard was so insane
In the year of 1642, it came to an end
In 1642, imprisonment
Sacrifice, holy rites, secrecy and alter wine
Black death come this way, Father Picard will soon be going
He's ill, so sick, now his meetings are forever over
Oh it's a shame, they went along with his game
In the year of 1642, it came to an end
In 1642, imprisonment
Guitar solo ANDY
Sacrifice, holy rite