Hans Lyricman

I foresee terrible trouble and I stay here just the same.

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

There's no home for you here girl, go away. There's no home for you here.

Hand on my face, pushed to the ground  Empty gaze, united by fear  Forced to endure what I could not forgive

We're too young to fall asleep To cynical to speak We are losing it Can't you tell?

I'm only waiting for the proper time to tell you That it's impossible to get along with you It's hard to look you in the face when we are talking So it helps to have a mirror in the room

Now landsmen all, whoever you may be if you want to rise to the top of the tree If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool, Be careful to be guided by this golden rule: Stick close to your desks and never go to sea, And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navy!

To sit in solemn silence in a dull, dark, dock in a pestilential prison with a life-long lock awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp, shock from a cheap and chippy chopper on a big, black block!

My military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury, Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century; But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, I am the very model of a modern Major-General!

And as the world comes to an end I'll be here to hold your hand

I opened up my eyes  And found myself alone alone  Alone above a raging sea  That stole the only girl I loved  And drowned her deep inside of me 

White Americans, what, nothin' better to do? Why don't you kick yourself out? You're an immigrant too. Who's usin' who? What should we do? Well you can't be a pimp and a prostitute too.

どうもありがとうミスターロボット また会う日まで どうもありがとうミスターロボット 秘密を知りたい

Λένε πως κάθε άνθρωπος κλέβει κάποιου την καρδιά

Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait Ni le mal tout ça m'est bien égal Non, rien de rien Non, je ne regrette rien

Hold your breath and count to ten  And fall apart and start again

Two can be as bad as one It's the loneliest number since the number one