Your daddy didn't tell you   You're a joke of the summer night   Yeah, You're the fifth wheel,   Over your corpse no one will cry.   So you are burning, wrath child   You are walkin' a lie   You are talkin' with a knife.   Mother always talked to you   You're a f...in' kid, You're not mine,   You've always had war in your head,   Bombs in your brain, storm in your heart,   So You're a lepper, bad guy   You're walkin' lie   You are talkin' with a knife.   Every cop wants to catch you   Each of them will say: You gotta be mine   You spend your life in hiding-places   I only know, that your dead or alive.   Yes, you've got your own style   You are a walkin' lie   You are...   [Chorus:] Too many cops talk about you   You flourish in s...   Too many suckers talk about you   You live in s...,   (I don't think you love it)