Goodbye Sister Disco With your flashing trash lamps And to your clubs and your tramps My dancing's left you behind Goodbye, now you're solo Black plastic; deaf, dumb and blind As I walked through that hospital door I was sewn up like a coat I got a smile

Dancing through our house With the ghost of you So I drown it out like I always do With a shot of truth And I chase it down To know things like love Too young, too dumb Here I am waking up Still can't sleep on your side

Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? What became of all the boys Who only want one thing? Will someone tell me what I'm doin' wrong 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones are just too dumb And I don't think I have any more Room

Sickness will surely take the mind Where minds can't usually go Come on the amazing journey And learn all you should know Deaf, dumb and blind boy He's in a quiet vibration land Strange as it seems, his musical dreams Ain't quite so bad Ten years old

I'm not like them But I can pretend The sun is gone But I have a light The day is done But I'm having fun I think I'm dumb Or maybe just happy Think I'm just happy

Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum É teile e zaga, é teile e zaga, é teile e zaga É teile em todas loirinhas, nas japinhas em todas as mulatas Os cretinos de novo, vem Fim de semana chegou, em casa ela não fica Pega seu celular e chama todas suas amigas De

Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find something new Biddy-da-dum, boo'd up Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up That get me high like you do, yeah yeah That get me high like you do Listen my to heart go ba-dum, boo'd up Biddy-da-dum it just won't

That's just the way of the world They gonna keep on twiddlin' them thumbs Skiddly-dee-da-dum-dum Skiddly-dee-da-dum (skiddly-dee-da-dum) And so, they keep on twiddlin' them thumbs 'Cause that's just the way of the world It never ends till the end, then

Komm her, bleib hier Wir sind gut zu dir Wir sind Brüder dir Weiter, weiter ins Verderben Wir müssen leben bis wir sterben Ein dumpfes Grollen treibt die Nacht Aus den Wolken tropft ein Chor Kriecht sich in das kleine Ohr (Aus den Wolken tropft ein Chor)

Eine Wau-wau-wau, Ratatsching-daderatabum. Eine Muh, eine Mäh, Eine Täterätätä, Eine Tute, eine Rute, Eine Hopp-hopp-hopp-hopp, Eine Diedeldadeldum, Außer Kuchen-zeug Bringt noch der gute euch: