1. |
Farewell to E Morricone
01:06
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2. |
Hide In a Hole
03:32
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Text: Ädu Bogo
Musik: Ädu Bogo
R:
Hide in a hole, hide in a hole, hide in a hole when it all comes down
Hide in a hole, hide in a hole, hide in a hole when it all comes down
When the fields are burning and the houses collapse Black smoke rising to the sky
After an economic crisis, the mars mission fails The human world turns dark
Dreams and hopes were longtime ago The memories almost lost
When nothing's left and everybody left No place better than a hole
When the fields are burning and the houses collapse Black smoke rising to the sky
After an economic crisis, the mars mission fails The human world turns dark
What to do when hell breaks loose? What to do when hell breaks loose?
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3. |
Head Through The Wall
03:02
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Text: Ädu Bogo
Musik: Ädu Bogo
I woke up in a ditch and I lost half of my teeth
I don't remember anymore
When I left I had a hard time to breathe
I guess I didn't care if there was a door
Head through the wall, head through the wall,
I put my head through the wall, head through the wall
head through the wall, head through the wall,
I put my head through the wall
They tell me that I should take care of myself
And I tried once more
I broke into the house instead of ringing the bell
I don't care if there's a door
Head through the wall, head through the wall,
I put my head through the wall, head through the wall
head through the wall, head through the wall,
I put my head through the wall
I don't look to the left, I don't look to the right
I don't care no more
Why take the long way if there's a shortcut in sight
I won't care if there's a door
Head through the wall, head through the wall,
I put my head through the wall,
head through the wall
head through the wall, head through the wall,
I put my head through the wall
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4. |
Cant Take It
03:23
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Text: Mitchu Bogo
Musik: Ädu Bogo
You were born in a golden cradle
You were fed with a silver spoon
And they wrapped you in a comforture of silk
You had a maid and a butler too
To whipe your tears and your but as well
But you can't take them with you to your grave
You never even got through school
Your parents bought you a college degree
And you pretend, we’re all the same we just have to save
You know one day you’ll be rich
One day you’ll live the life of a king
But you can’t take it with you To your grave
One day you’ll be faced with death
Your family by your side
But your heart is with all your money ss you try to be brave
You’ll shed a tear for your bank account
All that money you’ve made in your life
But you can’t take it with you To your grave
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5. |
Protection
03:06
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Text: Andri Bogo
Musik: Andri Bogo
You see them every day, with a smile upon their faces
They say you need to pray, and erase your sinful past
R:
You don't need protection
from the lord up above
You don't need redemption
in exchange for your life
They want you to repent, and be spared on judgement day
They say you are created, and evolution is a lie
They bring you holy water, to wash away your sins
They say it's not your fault, cause the devil moves your hands
They promise you salvation, and a better life after death
All you need to do, is sacrafice yourself
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6. |
Whiskey and Cigar
02:48
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Text: Mitchu Bogo
Musik: Bogos
Don't go outside I stay at home
Spend the whole day on my own
Don't wanna hear another voice
I am tired of all that noise
R: Cause it's just me and my guitar
Whiskey and cigar
And maybe some peace and quiet without you
Don't open door or pick up a phone
I am sick to talk the whole day long
Just need a break from all this shit
I light a smoke
And take a hit
Don't pick up a phone or send a text
Make no plans what happens next
Lock myself inside my room
May go insane
May very soon
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7. |
Madness
04:02
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Text: Ädu Bogo
Musik: Ädu Bogo
It feels like crawling under my skin
am I dead inside
It's time to pay for my last sin
is there another way
Madness in my soul, there is no home
Left in the field for the crows to feed
they got appetite
Just another body to bleed
theres only one thing to keep
Why am I so mad? Why am I so mad?
Madness in my soul, there is no home
And the crows they fly away
thats what they do
Nobody has nothing to say
thats all I know
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8. |
Dishwasher Blues
02:02
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Text: Mitchu Bogo
Musik: Ritchu Bogo
I’m a dishwasher baby, play the dishwasher blues
And I know someday, I will go to Hollywood
I’m cleaning dishes, in a cheap truckstop
7 days 12 hours, I’m doing the same job
I’m singing in a fork, and dancing whit a plate
To perform on a stage, that would be great
The front of a mirror, is my favorite place
I’m training every day, my Rockstar-Mag. Face
But performing for myself, is not the same
I’m working for my place, on the hall of fame
Last Friday night, I had my first job
I was playing in a bar, next to a barbershop
But I run out of gas, for my ride back home
I had to washing dishes, the whole night long
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Text: Andri Bogo
Musik: Andri Bogo
Empty bottles
empty beds
empty pockets
empty heads
shattered dreams
a future in the dirt
empty promises
torn up shirts
we’ve been living day to day
without any change in sight
kids living on the street
cause that future seems more bright
so it must be best
living with other human wrecks
no hope, no rest
just the next day and the next
it’s been so long
since our dreams all turned to dust
so take a seat, and spill some beer
and remember who we lost
you’ve beaten us, forced us to hide
you’ve always tried to silence our voice
no one ever gave our side
we never had a choice
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10. |
Liar
03:10
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Text: Ädu Bogo
Musik: Ädu Bogo
You need a reason, a reason to stay alive
I can see you lurking on the other side
Day by day, step by step, wherever I go you cross my way
Night reveals just what you are
You walk among the herd and try to hide
You suck their blood and let the weak ones die
Day by day, step by step, wherever I go you cross my way
Night reveals just what you are
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11. |
Money
02:44
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Text: Andri Bogo
Musik: Andri Bogo
If i had money
Maybe I’d finally pay the rent
If i had money
I’d buy myself ten governments
If I had money
Which I don’t, it seems
I’d buy back
My hopes and dreams
If I had money
My feet would be licked by presidents
If I had money
The water I’d drink would be crystal clear
If I had money
All my problems would disappear
If I had money
And kept making more
I’d blame poverty
On the poor
If I had money
I’d be anywhere but not here
Well I don’t have money
I never will, I never did
No I don’t have money
And I’m up to my neck in Bills I have this dream
When I’m in bed
Of guillotines
And rich men’s heads
But I don’t have money
And you know damn well why
Cause I’d buy a ton of explosives
And blow your ivory tower to the sky
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12. |
Bogo Family
03:09
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Text: Bogos
Musik: Bogos
Fire in the hole, and screams in the air
Drunk fool in the corner, girls dancing everywhere
Barman’s on the floor, and drinks are free
Glasses are flying, the place smells like pee
Bogo Family, come on in and join the party
Bastards moms, they had a drink to many
And bastards dads, maybe Kenny or Lenny
No one remembers, what happened that night
But nine months later, three bastards come to light
Bogo Family….
A new generation, Bogo’s on the loose
Looking for a party, whit girls and booze
When they fall in love, at half past five
That’s how we close, the circle of life
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13. |
Patriot Song
02:29
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Text: Andri Bogo
Musik: Andri Bogo
I got something to tell you
We live in god’s own great country
It’s the best and you know it’s true
The rest of the world means nothing to me
Don’t talk about my privilege, I couldn’t care less
I’ll just punch you and prove my manliness
I love to make them vegans cry
If i don’t have meat soon, I know I’ll die
Liberal tears won’t be my death not liquor, guns, or crystal meth
My face is god’s reflection In the land of the free
I’m a gawdfearing patriot Common sense ain’t for me
I support our troops, I’ll always have their back
I’m a white trash redneck and that makes me proud
I’m not a racist, my friend’s cousin’s black
You’re the real fascist if you call me out
These black folks ain’t marchin’ for rights
I’m the real victim, they called my white
My flag stands for all the human race
And if you don’t like that, get outta my face
You can stand with me or with the few
but I won’t listen to you or anyone else
No one tells me what to do
I’ll die before I better myself
Global warming is just a lie
It’s cold outside so I must be right
Don’t care ‘bout what them nerds say
I’ll be dead next year anyway
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14. |
Run Boys
03:52
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Text: Ädu Bogo
Musik: Ädu Bogo
For miles and miles and miles I've been on the road
Too late to go and to soon to come
I haven't seen the sun for far too long now
Running from my past and running from my home
R: This is how we run boys, this is how we run
This is how we run boys, this is how we run,
this is how we run, this is how we run
I have crossed a river and I climbed th highest mountain
I've been on the top and I fell to the ground
Down at the bottom stirring in the mud
until i hear that mornful sound
For miles and miles and miles I've been on the road
Too late to go and to soon to come
I haven't seen the sun for far too long now
Running from my past and running from my home
I have crossed a river and I climbed th highest mountain
I've been on the top and I fell to the ground
Down at the bottom stirring in the mud
until i hear that mornful sound
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15. |
Going Down
03:27
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Text: Ädu Bogo
Musik: Ädu Bogo
Wanna get a job in town
wanna be an honest man
i'm doing the best that i can
but instead of going up, I'm going down
nowhere else I wanna go
no one knows where I've been
stay far away from me
don't push me around
cause instead of going up...
don't want a job in town
tired of heing an honest man
I tried, but no one wants me around
cause instead of going up I'm going down
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