Auf Wiedersehen-文本歌词

Auf Wiedersehen-文本歌词

Agent Storm
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Are you a thirsty wanty fisher

Who I just took your man

When you weren't looking?

No

Quit looking at me like that then!

You can't trust other people

You know that

You have to be careful in public

When they knock

On the door that's a code red

Code red

Document the interaction

In a vintage notebook

Jot down every word that he said

Keep nun chucks all around your bed

(Learn to use them he said)

I don't want to hear

Anymore of this white noise

I already have a gamut

Of tactical ploys

Pedestrians walking around

Are thieving my joys

You can't trust a nickel

You know that

You have to be skeptical

Of the republic

When they call

Your number that's a code red

Code red

Document the interaction

In a vintage notebook

Jot down every word that he said

Keep nun chucks all around your bed

(Learn to use them he said)

Keep all manner of sharp

Things around your domicile

I don't want to hear

Anymore of this white noise

I already have a gamut

Of tactical ploys

Pedestrians walking around

Are thieving my joys

Auf Wiedersehen

Auf Wiedersehen

Auf Wiedersehen

Mein Schürer

Und mein Lehrer

I don't want to hear

Anymore of this white noise

I already have a gamut

Of tactical ploys

Pedestrians walking around

Are thieving my joys

I Don't trust horses in Troy

You can't trust other people

You know that

You have to be careful in public

When they knock

On the door that's a code red

Code red

Document the interaction

In a vintage notebook

Jot down every word that he said

Keep nun chucks all around your bed

(Learn to use them he said)

I don't want to hear

Anymore of this white noise

I already have a gamut

Of tactical ploys

Pedestrians walking

Around are thieving my joys

Auf Wiedersehen

Auf Wiedersehen

Auf Wiedersehen

Mein Schürer

Und mein Lehrer

Hey!

Hector!

Hector!

Don't trust horses in Troy

I don't want to hear

Anymore of this white noise

I already have a gamut

Of tactical ploys

Pedestrians walking

Around are thieving my joys