Knockouts The Chimneys Of Chemnitz
The chimneys of Chemnitz [x3]
The chimneys of Chemnitz, we ain't ever going home.
Dark grey clouds on the horizon,
The dim lit streets are all empty now.
The sound of factories grates in my ears,
The ashes have grown cold and the flames are all gone.
Bricks and glass, all smashed to pieces,
And bullet holes in the concrete walls.
There's no place for us in this city,
But to say goodnight took us all night long.
We'll hit the streets again.
And next year we'll be back again!
The chimneys of Chemnitz [x3]
The chimneys of Chemnitz, we ain't ever going home.
Dark grey clouds on the horizon,
The dim lit streets are all empty now.
So tell me please why is everybody running?
The war is won and the tanks are all gone.
We'll hit the streets again.
And next year we'll be back again!
The chimneys of Chemnitz [x3]
The chimneys of Chemnitz, we ain't ever going home.
