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Wous ner hiwolln

A Motor mit 300 PS wird si eibaut
Da Fouß druckt auffe aafs Gas als hätt man in Blei daucht
Es is a Kreiz, dass ma vo A nou B so vül Zeit braucht
Aber kaum is ma dou wou ma hiwollt wird glei wieder weider gschaut
Ma macht si verrückt wecha Zeich wou no goa ned passiert is
Oder scho lang wieda umme ums Eck
Des is alles ned wirklich a oanziger Hirnfick
Ma spinnt se irgendwos im Hirnkastl zam
Wou ma no hilaffa kannt
I stöi mi auf a Bruck iber da Hauptstroß und schweig und denk ma mein Teil

Wuos ner alle hiwolln
Wous ner hiwolln
Wous ner alle hiwolln
Wous ner hiwolln

Es san die besten Leit dou
Wous zum Essn und Drinka dazou und di Musi is gscheid laud
Wias halt a mal laft wean iberal Jeints graucht
A gechüllta Ort an dem neamads di Polizei braucht
Im Paradies wars ned andas es fahlt si an nix
A riesen Buffet und Packlweis Chips
Zehn Leid reicha voll wemma zamma sitzt
Also wennst mi fragst, Alter mia langad des
Oba Manche moana sie dahn wos verpassn
Dan di Gmiatlichkeit verlassn
Und verschwindn in die Gassn
Renna in die Disco an die Kassn
Zoln se bläd wecha wous zum Saffn
Druckn si eine in die Massn
Ja wenns moana

Wous ner alle hiwolln
Wous ner hiwolln
Wous ner alle hiwolln
Wous ner hiwolln

Whither Do They All Want to Go?

A Motor with 300 HP will be installed
The foot presses on the gas as if it were dipped in lead
It is a cross to bear, that we need so much time from A to B
But as soon as we are where we want to be, we immediately look further ahead
We drive ourselves crazy because of things that have not even happened yet
Or that have been around the corner for a long time
All this is nothing but a single mindf*ck
We spin ourselves something together in our braincase
Where we could still help
I stand on a bridge over the main road, am silent, and think to myself

Whither do they all want to go?
Whither do they want to go?
Whither do they all want to go?
Whither do they want to go?

There are the best people
Where there is food and drink and the music is loud
As it sometimes happens, people are smoking joints everywhere
A chilled place where nobody needs the police
It was no different in paradise, nothing is missing
A huge buffet and packs of chips
Ten people are perfectly happy when we sit together
So if you ask me, girl, that's all I want
But some people think they'll miss something
Then they leave the coziness
And disappear into the streets
Run to the disco to the cash desk
Pay stupidly because of what they have to drink
They push themselves into the crowds
Well, if that's what they think

Whither do they all want to go?
Whither do they want to go?
Whither do they all want to go?
Whither do they want to go?