Contact Songtext
von Stagger Lee

Can you turn on the contact?

As a response to the world
That we′re mocking around
Cause the things that you said in the past
We stand straight upon
And you can look up far
Then you can fuck off
We're no fans
Brain dead-the brain man


As a response to the world
That we′re mocking around
'Cause of the things that you said in the past
We stand straight upon
And you can look up far
Then you can fuck off
We're no fans
You do the call
And you can talk about love
But I don′t mind never coming back
And if the war comes over
Then the people you re killing
Are people you′re fighting to death

So what now?
Should we turn on the contact?
No please!

Are you the contact?

Making this music
Then you trow to garbage
But you don't mind where you trow it at
Now we hate each other
I went on to refuse it
And I hate you for it right back

So what?!
Are you the contact?
Oh please
Give me the contact!
Oh fuck this!


As the greats dance the stage
And acknowledge their future
All those praise for your Lord
Won′t buy you a call
No reaction
It's just you in matrix
A fucking corpse
You want more?
You fucking animal
And we hate you

So what?!
Are you the contact?