America will not get you

Dear girl you're watching the World

out of "nobody loves me"-eyes

Dear babe you're watching the sky

out of "no one cares for me"-eyes

The small wall with its bricks in your iris

helps your soul to keep away

from anger and pain

So take my hammer and we start

to taste the smell of sucess and fame


Take my words as a bridge over the ditch

that was built over all these years

This little step can be more

than a hinduistic rebirth

Let's celebrate the end of the Dubya bitch

Can't you see this small oily path

Don't look down to the ground and step by step you will be back

Welcome you to your first round


Hey little Arabic girl

You are my World

When I'm next to you

My dreams will come true

Let's get stars and spit on all their psycho wars

Americal will not get you


Your opponents won't knock you out

Cause I will be the one who will shout loud

and stand behind you when you make the jump

over in the so-called truth

The small wall with its bricks in your iris

helps your soul to keep away

from anger and pain

So take my hammer and we start

to taste the smell of sucess and fame