KAPUTT (ALLES IST)
Kaputt.
Alles ist kaputt.

Tiles are broke and the birds have all choked.
There’s a stick through my spokes and I’ll probably croak.
And they’ll tear off my hide so I’m staying inside.
Where the olive trees died and the circuits are fried.
It’s...

Kaputt.

Trash on the tracks and the filthy wall’s cracked.
I got kicked in the sack, they graffitied my back.
They wrote...

'Kaputt.
Alles ist kaputt.'

No one to blame when the sheets are in flames.
And my legs have gone lame. I forgot my own name.
I’m...

Kaputt.

Chum boat sunk. They pour gas on the monk.
And then some little punk just took off with my junk.
And the car keeps stalling. The dogs keep on mauling.
Cinderblocks falling and the bugs crawling.
All...

Kaputt.
Alles ist kaputt.

Jim Walker - Guitars, Bass, Keys, Programming, Lead Vocal, BG VX