Songtext von Bushman 90

There's no wine No electric light there's No crime but ain't there fight No perversion No perverse fingers No fucking jerks but there're So pretty nights bushman Jungle child take me In the night bushman jungle Child with your black pretty hands Bushman jungle child grab me In the night bushman jungle Child take me to your nights Stop being sick and tired There're no cars treat him Bad no freezing To death there're Are no charts put him down No factories No brain destruction No uniforms save me from suicide Pushed and pulled by face-corroding Anguish get me out Of this dull life booze pills And foul powders wreckage Of modern life foul smell Foul smell of arrogance And fright antagonize The spies frantic threat taste suck lie Get me out of this dull life