I've got to tell you about a strange, poor man
I met him at our concert, now he's a legend in our band
Claimed we had to sell him a T-shirt for one mark
I explained we really try to be as cheap as we can
But that didn't get through to that man
Yeah, it is cool that you believe in me
But you have to understand
We're not Peter K., Emma, Gandhi
And Marx reincarnated as a punk rock band
And even if we found our major enemy
In the core of this capital dynasty
We're still a part of this goddamn money machine
Right after the show, strengthened with a bottle of wine
He said to me: "Diese T-shirt ist ja mein
You capitalistische schwein"
He grabbed an empty bottle of beer
And aimed right at my head
I got scared and took shelter right behind my own amp
And the glass swished above my head
Yeah, it is cool that you believe in me
But you have to understand
We're not Peter K., Emma, Gandhi
And Marx reincarnated as a punk rock band
And even if we found our major enemy
In the core of this capital dynasty
We're still a part of this goddamn money machine
But it's so fucking hard to be
The perfect human that you demand of me
But I want everyone to know that
We really try to practice what we preach
But I guess the reason for this fight is
Just your own bad conscious that bleeds
Yeah, it is cool that you believe in me
But you have to understand
We're not Peter K., Emma, Gandhi
And Marx reincarnated as a punk rock band
And even if we found our major enemy
In the core of this capital dynasty
We're still a part of this goddamn money machine
Oh baby, now I see that from what that man did to me
I could surely have made the funniest song
That the world's ever seen
But still now when I've found I'm the worst storyteller around
I will keep up my reading
I will keep my pen bleeding 'til everybody's free