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I've always been impressed with a girl
Who could sing for her supper and get breakfast as well
That's the way I am, heaven help me
He said, "We don't like peace camapigners 'round here"
As he nailed another one to the wall
And that's what gets me in trouble, heaven help me

Goodbye and good luck to all the rubbish that you've spoken
Goodbye and good luck to all the promises
you've broken
Your life has lost its dignity, its beauty and its passion
You're an accident waiting to happen

There you are standing at the bar
And you're giving me grief about the DDR
And that chip on your choulder gets bigger as you
get older
One of these night you're gonna get caught,
It'll give you a pregnant pause for thought
You're a dedicated swallower of fascism

Time up and time out
For all the liberties you've taken
Time up and time out for all the friends that
you've foresaken
If you choose to waste away like death is back in fashion
You're an accident waiting to happen

And my sins are so unoriginal
I have all the self-loathing of a wolf in sheep's clothing
In this carnival of carnivores,
Heaven help me
I've always been impressed with a girl   Who could sing for her supper and get breakfast as well   That's the way I am, heaven help me   He said, "We don't like peace camapigners 'round here"   As he nailed another one to the wall   And that's what gets me in trouble, heaven help me      Goodbye and good luck to all the rubbish that you've spoken   Goodbye and good luck to all the promises    you've broken   Your life has lost its dignity, its beauty and its passion   You're an accident waiting to happen      There you are standing at the bar   And you're giving me grief about the DDR   And that chip on your choulder gets bigger as you    get older   One of these night you're gonna get caught,   It'll give you a pregnant pause for thought   You're a dedicated swallower of fascism      Time up and time out   For all the liberties you've taken   Time up and time out for all the friends that    you've foresaken   If you choose to waste away like death is back in fashion   You're an accident waiting to happen      And my sins are so unoriginal   I have all the self-loathing of a wolf in sheep's clothing   In this carnival of carnivores,    Heaven help me