Lyrics:
Art Lande

and more It's gettin' weird You got the wholy land Got tomorrow land You got a madhouse land You got any, any, any kind of land Männer des Westens

I'm building a cage to chew things over, Far from where the rats can chew my brain. Losing the game and the deck's uneven, the building blocks of ruin

lives the heart of a liar Land of blood, fields of greed So many choices, broken dreams Anything can happen and always does Can you adapt when the going gets rough? Land

's gettin' weird It's a holy land, got tomorrow land You got a madhouse land, you got any, any, any kind of land Manner des Westens sind so Manner

's gettin' weird It's a holy land, got tomorrow land You got a madhouse land, you got any, any, any kind of land Manner des Westens sind so Manner

's gettin' weird It's a holy land, got tomorrow land You got a madhouse land, you got any, any, any kind of land Manner des Westens sind so Manner

Land of creation More than aplace It's like a spirit That has been living throughout our times Home of the warriors Fighting for people's freedom A magic

Translation: Hawk. Maenner Des Westens Any Kind Of Land.

's gettin' weird It's a holy land, got tomorrow land You got a madhouse land, you got any, any, any kind of land Manner des Westens sind so Manner