The black shadow of my karma
Isn't so bad at all
I don't just wear black onstage
No, I wear it in real life too
Every day is a funeral with a funeral march
Where nobody has tears in their eyes
Because I'm burying your stupidity
I rise above the decadence
Like a flock of black ravens over the dead field
Of your morbid ambivalence
I live at the poverty line
Right next to the Promised Land
I apply for a visa to paradise and
A green card for the land of plenty
And I hope it'll be approved
So my little bit of human turns into a good soul
I guess I'll move over to you, 'cause you're
Like the West and I'm the former GDR!
The black shadow of my karma
That's the price I pay
For the mistakes of my life
For the fake luck I had
I was born like this, grew up like this, it's my fault
Your vice is perfection
And mine is impatience
Your wisdom lies in soft pillows
But mine hustles through the city
Yours enriches itself with all kinds of finesse
And mine can't find a job
I don't even have change for food
I live at the poverty line
Right next to the Promised Land
I apply for a visa to paradise and
A green card for the land of plenty
And I hope it'll be approved
So my little bit of human
I guess I'll move over to you, 'cause you're
Like the West and I'm the former GDR!
And God knows I'm there when you're alone
Even if my income is small
That's the hardest test for my love
I tell you my dance is my dance
And my blues is my blues
I have little money but enough soul!
I live at the poverty line
Right next to the Promised Land
I apply for a visa to paradise and
A green card for the land of plenty
And I hope it'll be approved
So my little bit of human
I guess I'll move over to you, 'cause you're
Like the West and I'm the former GDR!
I live at the poverty line
Right next to the Promised Land
I apply for a visa to paradise and
A green card for the land of plenty
And I hope it'll be approved
So my little bit of human
I guess I'll move over to you, 'cause you're
Like the West and I'm the former GDR!