Nomeansno Jubilation
Nothing left but rubble and dust
See the towers fall
Nothing but a twisted mess of iron and rust
No one left at all
All the heroes who were in demand
They’re all dead
And all the members of my favourite band
They’re all dead
Nothing left to hang on to
In this wicked world
That’s liberation
No more words, nothing left to say
Still the voices sing
In jubilation
Castles made of earth and stone
They come falling down
The boy king perched on a golden throne
Now buried under ground
Isotopes burning, burning red
Now cooled as red
And all the members of the German Reich
They’re all dead
Nothing left to hang on to
In this whole damn world
That’s liberation
No more goals, or stupid dream
Nothing in this world
That’s jubilation
Nothing left to hang on to
In this wicked world
That’s liberation
No more words, nothing left to say
Still the voices sing
In jubilation
Nothing left to hang on to
In this whole damn world
That’s liberation
No more goals, or stupid dream
Nothing in this world
That’s jubilation [x5]
