Den Samme Jodlen

In haste Dear friend I do not speak a lot Do not believe them It's a rumour on a coin (rumour on a coin) Stay away from salons Spirit’s embrace is long gone (spirit's embrace is long gone) There's no speakers at the house Summer’s open sea is helpful In my horizon I can clearly regard My enemies, you know? I've never ever, ever been sanguine As if twinkling blood could be confused with a boil The wolves in my veins are foul And let me tell you something hey If they declare you 'round the bend Don't listen to them (don't listen to them, don't listen to them) I'm game I'm being hunted and These bastards will not give up (Make it stop) My fists already tightened I’m chased to death and frightened I write you this in haste and I press your hand in mine