Damn, this is bad - this is so bad I get out of the crash thinking no one survived Big eyes from the backseat To my surprise I see all three alive You're losing blood in the grass there On the side of the road in your summer stripe dress The boy runs off to see you I pick him up, but he must've seen some of your legs I swear dear, you'll be alright Now don't you go out on me here I swear I hear sirens come close That means help is near The autobahn is reflecting Rotting fruit in at least 30 something degrees Nothing but chaos All these questions, ignorance FUCK THE POLICE! I swear dear, you'll be alright Now don't you go out on me here I swear I hear sirens come close That means help is near Now you listen to me I will bring you back home Will you listen to me I will bring you back home Home Back from the car-dump I sit down with the boy on the edge of the bed In a hotel room near Munich Remembering what I said