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Noch ein altes Werk meiner Band aus Jugendzeiten:
Damals (1988) im 8-Spur Studio von Schneck Records aufgenommen, in Kleinst-Auflage auf Cassette veröffentlicht und jetzt auch wieder von Cassette gerippt. Daher meine Bitte um Verständnis für die relativ schlechte Soundqualität.
Trotzdem hat mich der Song gerade mal wieder so gepackt, dass ich ihn hier teilen musste.
Musik von Ralf Schaefer, Text :-) von Frank Hartenberger und Hubertus Leistenschneider
Damals (1988) im 8-Spur Studio von Schneck Records aufgenommen, in Kleinst-Auflage auf Cassette veröffentlicht und jetzt auch wieder von Cassette gerippt. Daher meine Bitte um Verständnis für die relativ schlechte Soundqualität.
Trotzdem hat mich der Song gerade mal wieder so gepackt, dass ich ihn hier teilen musste.
Musik von Ralf Schaefer, Text :-) von Frank Hartenberger und Hubertus Leistenschneider
Comin' home at seven o'clock, lookin' like skin and bone.
But I feel good, I'm still alive, 'til daddy knocks at my door.
Father always said: 'Son be nice, shave your face and cut your hair.
Look for a job and work all day, that's the way life has to be.'
So I went out to the town - I had no money, had to obey.
Then I got a job, had to work so hard, but I was late every day.
My Boss always said: 'Boy be nice, come in time and don't be late!
Do your job and work all day, that's the way man should be.'
I read in the bible to look for help, but prohibitions was all I found.
I took my problems up to the sky but also got no result.
Godfather said: ' Son be nice, go to church and send your prayers.
If you want to get to heaven, you'll have to do so every day.'
Let me out, I just wanna scream and shout....
But that's not the way I want life to be, it won't ever be my sense of life.
I live my life and I do what I want, whatever tomorrow may be.
No one can help me but myself. I'll be nice in my own way.
I don't care about the other ones, that's the way life will be.
But I feel good, I'm still alive, 'til daddy knocks at my door.
Father always said: 'Son be nice, shave your face and cut your hair.
Look for a job and work all day, that's the way life has to be.'
So I went out to the town - I had no money, had to obey.
Then I got a job, had to work so hard, but I was late every day.
My Boss always said: 'Boy be nice, come in time and don't be late!
Do your job and work all day, that's the way man should be.'
I read in the bible to look for help, but prohibitions was all I found.
I took my problems up to the sky but also got no result.
Godfather said: ' Son be nice, go to church and send your prayers.
If you want to get to heaven, you'll have to do so every day.'
Let me out, I just wanna scream and shout....
But that's not the way I want life to be, it won't ever be my sense of life.
I live my life and I do what I want, whatever tomorrow may be.
No one can help me but myself. I'll be nice in my own way.
I don't care about the other ones, that's the way life will be.
