DTM Songtext
von Alan Vega

Hey, the bastard is dead
Yeah, well, goodbye dreams
Pissed with the rat traps
Pissed with tragedies
Yeah, pissed with no justice
Ah, life is no joke
It stains the knives of pure evil
Hey, sometimes the skanks save souls
DTM
Dead to me
DTM
Dead to me
Hey, the fools make the rules
It′s all German engineered
Riches and bitches
Live with the cobra crips
The death cut is running
Yeah, running pure gold
The dead's tattoos got decorations
Ride off a wild gang bang


DTM
Dead to me
DTM
Dead to me
The trash readers got heavenly drinks
Frenzied fakin′
Knee deep
Yeah, in lead loving
Gasoline
Gasoline
Soft wet cash
Yeah, the mirago marine
Is living with regrets
Living in the whole sewer
Living in the whole sewer
DTM
Dead to me
DTM
Dead to me
The creature's dead
The man is dead
Sirens for the Christmas bombs
Who's that saint?
Gone, got nothing
No soul sadness
It′s you, it′s you
Sometimes blue
DTM