Out Of Tune Nothing
Cut it off - a rush of piss to your head
Give it up - a lifestyle of me first
f..ck your quest for excess wealth
Life's a bitch and then you die
There's hardly a point to be seen
That's no way make it worthwhile
We move from nothing to nothing
No reason to grip so tight
Dead men carry no possessions
No reason for your fright
We move from nothing to nothing
No reason to grip so tight
Transforming from nothing to nothing
Nothing lost, nothing gained
It's just a ride
Throw up - clean the inside of your head
Drop out - set your priorities straight
Enough sex and drugs for everyone
Equal opportunities for hedonism
Ninety percent of all work is useless
I'd rather enjoy myself while I can
We'll repeat this for hundreds of years
From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs!
We'll repeat this for hundreds of years
From each according to his feel, to each two daily grams of weed
