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)