In cold blood Songtext
von Cut The Navel String

On the Route 66, at night
Barry and Dick are waiting for a lonely traveller
With a decent car and with money in his wallet
A foreigner they rob to swindle and to leave in the desert

The red lights announce the crime
The sound of Paris, a murder car
Chills the blood

The knife in their hand, they hold in awe
As made in the mass, they arrive
They′re out on the bridge of catching
Of catching their prey

They block up the large road
The road is undone
It's not a stage of a crime
The tragedy takes place now

A shooting, a good priest
With 30 speed, a man yearned
This fucking big man is here
Bleak for tractors and a coffin


They′re all out of gas now
The show must go on
Everybody is right
Keep silent

They're checking the personality
They block up the large road
It's all in my soul
They′re crossin′ the motorway
They keep the surface straight like a line
The absence, the scene, the fog, the mirror of my eye
They're all out of gas now
The show must go on
Everybody is right
The end of the Route 66
They cry

They′re all out of gas now
The show must go on
Everybody is right
They're just four

It′s the 266 going for the moon
And just silent


The radio, the radio keeps leaving the action
It's now on the Route 66 and the laughing faces
And joy, and joy, and joy
Every action
And calm
And the road, the show must go on

The show must go on
They′re all out of gas now
Everybody is right
Keep silent, the action
It's on the Route 66
And it's a bloody road

The fog, the mirror, stop
They′re touching the 66
Going for the moon
Keep silent, the action
It′s now in the bridge
Stop