lucky peoples – nices girls
sunny world, white stripes
remember the poor, poorlittle childrens with selfmade boards

don’t mind about the real world
driving arround the wonderful earth
in the mind that all mens have the same
the flowers, hearts in a common
world

Sometimes, you look into your mind
and what you see is not as lucky‘
But you know, more and more guys, like you
are the same and a time come true

– Remembering my live, school time so ugly
Teacher Madams so horny – come into my home
be my little boy, she said – be quit
think to myselfe – same as everywhere

Looking back and see clearly what is was
and what they meant. Young fresh boy to
having fun. Again – I don’t understand
because I was young

Now I am old and see complicated things
between the youngs and the lords.
I recognizez that my life is not important
even to the horror mens.

So, I’m looking forward to kill each those
people that having fun to torture childrens
and eat some others souls and hearts

Here I am standing. Not the right white guy
you are wishing I am. Wrong is the right word
– remember me. The last you feel, the brutally hit – let you
remember – lean back and get down – and you was a kid, too.

Schirrmi

– not wrong