Lousy "The Babylon District"

Lousy "The Babylon District" LP/CD (2003) Knock Out Records.

L.F.F.L

Lousy Forever Forever Lousy

CARNIVAL OF VANITY

Sometimes I think  this whole shit is not the scene

The chicks, the gays look like a bad-wathever-dream

Today you must have a special style, your opinion is not enough

Show them who and what you are, with your clothes that make you tough

Welcome to the carnival of vanity

To the biggest meeting of stupidity

Welcome to the carnival of vanity

To the biggest meeting of stupidity

Carnuval of vanity

You don’t belong to me

Take a look at what is in and out because you want to belong to it

Be careful with the choice of your band-shirts, maybe they aren’t hip

No idea what’s going on here… “Shit happens nobody sees me!”

That’s the thing because this is not the truth, the fashion-police’s got an eye on you

FIGHT WITH ME

I sit in my den, do nothing again and again

I lead my silent class-struggle, out of this holy muddle

I don’t need no visitors and I don’t need no friends

Fight wiht me the password is “Against”

Against the system, against the rich

Against explotation and plitics

I don’t leave my home ‘cause I have a mission

Fight against consumption and the worldwide repression

Fight with me – There is not a reason to wait

Fight with me - Correctness is my fate

Fight with me – Top secret is the way

Fight with me – Little exceptions are ok

I don’t need anybody ‘cause I’m a self-supporter

I shit on you and obey my own orders

But sometimes I’m hungry and I go nervous

It doesn’t matter and I call the pizza-service

CITY’S CHAR

Build my city full of shit you stupid freaks

Keep your ass warm in your townhall-seats

We are the guys who must see this shit every day

Your ideas are unprincipled crap, that’s what I say

What do you think who you are?

The city’s char

The rescuer of the stupids

The nation’s bard

No hearing for the citizen’s dreams

A lot of bureaucratic pgs, a lot of corrupt creeps

We’re just the rabble and I wish we’d start at zero

Stop your crazy shit and maybe we’ll be fellows

SOMESAULTS

Let them drivle away, let them mock

Use your brain and take the chance you’ve got

The problem is you, the solution too

Move your ass, there is so much to do

Enjoy your life with balls, go forward break the walls

Don’t forget your roots, there is nothing to lose

Step on the gas, don’t forget your class

Be nice to each other – especially to your mother

Somersaults in heaven, somersaults in hell

Go your way, don’t look back, who can tell?

THE DISTRICT

I don’t wanna see you on the streets

You and your friends look like some stupid freaks

The stupidity in the face and your girlfriens are sluts

The same clothes, the same hair, your uniform-shit sucks

You’re hanging around with the beer in your hand, this is not pretty cool

My friend, you draw the blank born to be a fool

Please stay in your district

Please stay at home

You are not presentable

Please stay alone

You are the disgrace of society

It’s better you go to jail or madhouse, I’m waiting impatiently

You can help each other by hitting yourself green and blue

Guys with the same clothes, the same hair, their uniform sucks too

You think you are a good citizen and you are in love with your land

This is not the truth, you are a fool and draw the blank

ONE OF THE UGLY

What is wrong in this town?

I sit in my car and driving around

I take a look to the right

Only ugly people on that side

Nasty clothes and stupid hair

Uniformed guys, this is not rake

Frustrated faces look at me so bad

And now I know: the beauties are dead

You are one of the ugly, you are one of the rest

You are one of the ugly, now we are one of the best

You are one of the ugly, and now we know “we are so beautiful!”

The beauties are dead and now we’ve got a chance

A good feeling and a strong self-confidence

What is wrong in this town?

Ii sit in my car and driving around

I take a lookk to the right

Only ugly people on that side

I fel like a butterfly between rats

But I know: the next generation of the beauties is coming next

HOMEFRONT

Go wherever you want, leave us here alone

Go wherever you want, it’s better you are gone

We enjoy the dirt, the traffic and thes smoke

We can’t live without it, even if our hearts broke

Go along the streets, across the green grass

Go along the sidewalk, to break out in a rush

A lot of places to drink, a lot of places to look at

5 minutes to the countryside, a lot of beautiful wood

Strong at homefront

Never surrender

Strong at the homefront

Fight back in anger

Strong at the homefront

In the hand our darts

Strong at the homefront

Proud of our coat of arms

Maybe a lot of insane guys, maybe a lot of scum

That doesn’t matter, you can go for a run

The big shithead in the city is our silent guard

2 steps in the back of a dirty backyard

Bad times follow good times, ups and downs a lot

The same shit like the football-team that we support

WHERE ‘S THE CASH?

Merry christmas and happy new year

A lot of fat food and too much beer

Enjoy these days, the surprise will come

The presents, the money – before it’s all come

Feast no so aggressive, live a little bit simple

The worst month is coming and kills you like a pimple

Where’s the money, where’s the cash?

A look at the account it looks like a crash

Where’s the money, where’s the cash?

It’s hard to believe and maybe for me to brash

I hate januaries, every stupid year

Rent, car, insurance, this month is full of fear

The same old intentions, the whole shit is in vain

Every single year: no money, my food is grain

Save your cahs, save your money

And your januaries are funny!

WORDS OF HONOUR

Take care with your words, think once more.
Take care with your promises, take care with them all.
Words like these are easy to say
But to keep them is hard barefaced guy.

Words of honour, Words of shit
The best example is the fucking politics
Words of honour, words of lie
New mistakes every single day

Promised much and done nothing, only for the shine
Gunner of lies, preaching water drinking wine
The contradiction is luckily the problem for us
And we promise you that we raise a lot of dust.

In the end there is the riot, maybe bloody maybe not
Please think twice before you promise a lot
See ya in the news, see ya on the spot.
I give you my word of honour, but my vote: rather not.

FOR THE HOI POLLOI

No-one likes us we don’t care

We are the aliens from the south-east: beware!

Nobody knows what we want

We don’t need no indication in the front

Stupid casbags everywhere

We don’t tolerate no criticism: beware!

Be cool and consume our shit every day

It’s just lousy entertainment and say...

This is not right, this is not wrong

This is our shit, but it is strong

This is not punk, this is not Oi!

This is the music for the Hoi polloi

No-one likes us, we don’t care

Maybe because of the intellect of our wares

We are victims of life at the beach of society

-but here is the scum and no time for humanity

The sun is shining out of our asses

We do that to enjoy the lower classes

The destination in front, nobody knows now far away

It doesn’t matter travel on and say

This is not right, this is not wrong

This is our shit, but it is strong

This is not punk, this is not Oi!

This is the music for the Hoi polloi

TALKING MOUSTACHE

(No lyrics at the disc)

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Lousy "Best Wishes"

Lousy "Best Wishes" LP/CD (2001) Knock Out Records.

BEST WISHES

Your knowledge is great

C’mon and feel my hate

Your gossip is shit

And makes me sick

Your form no idea of my mind

C’mon enjoy your daily grind

No own mind, all is a copy

You are so cool, but yu get anger

Shut up you fucking little wanker

Best wishes – you stupid feel

Best wishes – you are so cool

Best wishes – don’t know what to do

Best wishes – From me to you

BETTER DAYS

Better days will come

Better days will go

Better dyas will go-go-go

Cmon, Better days will go!

The ups and downs in your life

Your heart the point of a knife

The silence deep in you

The law of your mood

The explosion of feelings

Your wounds don’t get no healing

GENERATION OF SOLDIERS

Out of work and no way out

No money and no future

The rescue comes

In form of the call-up order

You are happy and you think

No more life on the corner

Now it’s time for comrade-ship

Obedience and booze-ups

3 months wew the hardest time

The basic-training really was a crime

In this course of time you had fun

Your feeling was great

Obey orders, run and sweat

For your fucking’ state

1 year is not enough

You’re going longer – stupid daft

Generation of soldiers

Work-shy guys and alcoholics

THE STORY OF EVEL K

E is for exterminate the fear of all the mob

V is for victory and venting to the top

E is for evoke the kick – experience this pop!

L is for lee majors this trashy kind of shop

K is for the knowledge how to jump the ramps

N is for the nexus of getting all the stamps

I is for ignoring fire and the damps

E is for every fall getting new vamps

V is for valley your rival-sods

E is for the envy of all the 60’s mods

L is for being larger than god

35 broken bones – Evel, you rock!

Stuntmant of the century

With life you did quit

Crushed bones for America

Don’t care about it

Evel Knievel! Please come back

Evel Knievel! C’mon and risk your neck

Evel Knievel! Idol od yankee pack

Evel Knievel! You’ll never go to wrack

Evel Knievel! Don’t stab us in the back

Evel Knievel! Save us from this crap

FLAMING HE-MAN

Everytime a loser, everytime the last

Tall of build, your mind is not so vast

Your hands are like a toilet lid

Your upper arms being like my legs

Big stupid boy –what kind of job could you get?

Sometimes you are flying in a rift of rage

You let the fists swing – your “enemy” falls into the edge

Ths story goes around, what a good rowdy you are!

“I join a security-firm having everytime a spare”

Moron with complexes

Abuse four your selfishness!

Beasting is now on turn

Burn he-man burn!

And now you are important, now get you are the king

You provoke the guests and let your fists swing

Inside your head it’s still the same

Hey big stupid bastard – you don’t feel no shame

LAST ORDERS, PLEASE

Yeah, yeah 2 fingers in the air

Please yer last orders

We’ll stamp his arse down the stair

Yeah yeah 2 fingers in the air

WE’ll see whose pub goes bare

Get move on! In this lousy Saturday night

The beer is the only one that you have and that’s right

But then it’s time

For all beer-drinkers a crime

The bartender wants to close his pub

And he hides the precious booze-cups

This can’t be serious – I think I’m delirious

“Don’t do that man” – It’s the best you can

But he doesn’t here it and

Now he says the forbidden words and

We smash his face

BULLET ON THE ROCKS

You feel bored you didn’t know why

I know what to do you don’t have to cry

In your near there is a bar

Where the mood never is dark

You step in, the guys’re hanging around

And somo are flying up on a pink cloud

You shit down, the chaos begins!

The problem is the peculiar drink

In this bar you can get “bullet on the rocks”

The destruction is great and never stops

You wanna move the bullet on the rocks

And you are happy with us

You are drunk and you go home

Being wornout and walking like a gnome

But you never feel down

R’N’R FASHION SHOW

Hey man – A new child is born again

Hurry up! Before you miss the trend

Go into the clubs everyone goes to

Forget your idols, a new era starts for you

Rock’n’roll fashion show – every turn of tide you do

Rock’n’roll fashion show – Who’s smarter than you?

Rock’n’roll fashion show – Up-to-dateness at the booth

Rock’n’roll fashion show – Hanger-on you loser

Hey man – clown without a brain

No roots, no idea and much more again

A fool in the scene that tomorrow dies

Oh, shit, you need new rags but you must pay the price

Rock’n’roll empty bowl

Rock’n’roll

Rock’n’roll nasty Proll

Rock’n’roll

RAINBOW FEVER

In your dreams you see angels coloured and great

You speed up and you must go ahead

You feel the colour

Under your feet the ground is soft

The sky comes near

And causes the pain in your eyes

1000 angels sitting on the clouds

Play the harps and sing around

The angels sing from love and death

The angels sing from life and death

From a distance a beautiful song

In his ears it sounds very long

Then you are the guest in their dome

You feel strange but you are at home

The angels sing around for you

STAY LOUSY

Forget your good manners – forget the norm

C’mon and get sloshed – wriggle your body like worm

Ride with us on the road to hell

C’mon baby make a pint and yell

And now my ragged friend give us a rest

You are a rock machine – c’mon and display your best

You are the epiteme of terror

The living hatred – you are the emperor

Stay Lousy – Keep in touch with us

Stay Lousy – Enjoy the lower class

Stay Lousy – Get your c’town pass

Stay Lousy – Good manners up your ass

PRINCESS ALI

As luck would have it – she was born too rich

A nice little girl – a spoilt littel bitch

Her highness was happy – no problem in her life

All that she wanted – she got it anytime

But then came the day she rode her horse

Through the land, through the weed

But her feelings went worse

She stopped her ride and went under a tree

She squated down for a pee

Princess Ali wanna go pee

Under a tree

All of a sudden a flash went down to earth

And hit the princess

All of her wealth and all of her might

Didn’t help her and se died

As luck would have it – she died rich

The nice little girl – the spoilt little bitch

The moral from the story

Be poor and bold

Don’t worry and get old!

R.A.M.O.N.E.S

(No lyrics)

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