Now I know what the Moroccan guy meant,   And I sure know how I feels   When he gets kicked out of a club   By a bald muscled security-guy   “You don't belong here” he says straight-faced   And even gave me a dirty look      Power, power, power   It probably feels good when you despise me   You smile, smile, smile   There he stands, he gets a boner of it   Happy cause he can bark      It took some time before I understood   But he kept his anabolic arm in front of me   For a moment I thought of a bad joke   I asked for an explanation but he lisped: “And now quickly”      Of course I heard the stories   Allochthones and sneakers are kept out   But here I stood with good shoes and snow white   Because I have an obstinate haircut I got in trouble   Against so much stupidity I'm speechless   Why do I even want to go in this club?      Power, power, power   It probably feels good when you despise me   You smile, smile, smile   There he stands, he gets a boner of it   In the night, night, night   A piece of crap in shiny shoes doesn't trust me   But who here has the wrong head?   There he stands, happy cuase he can bark   You make me puke man!