Lyrics: Miss Fraulein. Tob Was My Monkey. Where The Kids Are Alive.

Where the kids bind
Their chains
Where the kids now spits

I don't, I don't know why
In this century
we can feel
Some sad emotions like?
Kids tie
their chains
against alone ticks

You can, you can split
The human people from the shit
Before the kids tie their chains
Fast to the preconception of the age

You can
Taste the smell
Take the pill
And rest
Cut your head
Take your blood
And drink it.
Laugh, laugh, laugh
While the kids grow-up
Laugh, laugh, laugh
While the kids now spits

"Sunday is a good day to leave your home"
They said
Now I'm into a shed
Here there's only some bread
We are ten jews
And I starve,
And I starve, we starve, they starve, the world starve

Where the kids bind
Their chains
Where the kids now spits
Where the kids bind
Their chains
Where the kids are alive