Haus der Lüge (English Translation)

Lyrics
First floor: Here live the blind Who believe what they see And the deaf Who believe what they hear Bound and gagged to a kitchen-stool Sits a fool, who believes In all he can feel (His hands in his lap) Second floor: Roll after roll Length after length In wood chip wallpaper Lone tenants stand around Observing the walls with frowns Looking for printing and spelling mistakes They couldn't even decipher their own names Up to the next floor! Which, oh wonder! Never completed Can only be reached by the stairs — — — Here are stored errors Which belong to the firm And with which they tile the floors Upon these none may tread Fourth floor: Here lives the architect Immersed in his plan of This building crammed with ideas It stretches from funda- to firmament And from its foundations to the firm In the ground floor: There are four doors They lead Directly out-of-doors Or more precisely: to the corner-stone He who wants to can wait there The concrete's coming at twelve Corner-stone Lego Thought passages are painted over In head-height brown Infamous or catholic purple For better orientation Top floor: Has some damage In the rafters an old man sits Dead angels are strewn across the floor (Their faces resemble his) Between his knees he holds a gun He aims it as his mouth And into the skull And out of the skull's other side Into the roof's apex Drills that bullet God has shot himself Now a top floor can be renovated God has shot himself Now a top floor can be renovated Lies, Lies A top floor can be renovated
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Credits
- Writers
- Blixa Bargeld