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Crime Time

Hello folks...
Welcome to Crime Time

Lost Angeles irgendwann spät Abends
Er war einer jener Abende
Nich viel vom Glanz des Rodeo Drive übrig
Geblieben war
Viel mehr schien sich die von der Strapaze des Tages
Gequälte Luft
Zu überlegen, welchem der beiden Männer sie wohl zuerst
Die Kehle zudrücken sollte
Der eine Mann war Bill A. Hemingway,
Seine Freunde nannten ihn Philosopher,
Der andere Mann war ich

Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it′s crime time again

Wir sassen in Hemingways Appartment
Dicht an den schwarzweiss besiedelten Blocks nahe der
Central Avenue
Dicht genug zu spüren,
Wie sehr sich die Sonne bemühte in ihrem täglichen Untergang
Beide Seiten den Strassen zu belichten
Es war wenig außergewöhnliches an Hemmingway
Wenn man von seinen Händen und seinem Lächeln absehen konnte
Seine Hände beschrieben in ihrer Bewegung einen Nachtfalter,
Dem der Tag schon viel zu lange schien.
Sein Lächeln konnte man fast mögen,
Solange man lebend dazu Gelegenheit hatte

Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again

Jetzt lächelte Hemmingway
Denn er wusste dass seine Gloria mich zu ihm geschickt hatte,
Um ein sehr privates Problem zu klären
Ich war das private Problem und seine
38er Automatik zielte geradewegs auf meinen Solarplexus

Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it′s crime time again

Crime Time

Hello folks...
Welcome to Crime Time

Lost Angeles sometime late in the evening
It was one of those evenings
Not much of the glitter of Rodeo Drive left
What remained was
The air, exhausted from the day's strain
Seemed to deliberate
Which of the two men it would first
Strangle
One of the men was Bill A. Hemingway,
His friends called him Philosopher,
The other man was me

Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again

We were sitting in Hemingway's apartment
Close to the black and white blocks near
Central Avenue
Close enough to feel,
How much the sun was trying in its daily decline
To light up both sides of the streets
There was little extraordinary about Hemingway
If one could ignore his hands and his smile
His hands described in their movement a night moth,
For whom the day had already seemed too long.
One could almost like his smile,
As long as one had the opportunity to do so alive

Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again

Now Hemingway smiled
Because he knew that his Gloria had sent me to him,
To clear up a very private problem
I was the private problem and his
.38 automatic was aimed straight at my solar plexus

Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again