Interpret:

Herbert Grönemeyer

Album:

Chaos (Englisch)

If it's all a tasteless sandwich
we're the filling in between 
much is said, but much is left out 


And the table creaks asunder
all the bullshit and the blunder 
and they've a plan for when it breaks
I've no doubt 


We're packing in our trolleys
groceries by megaton 
buying all, but needing none 
like pigs we loosen buttons
with the piety of gluttons
and strength through joys evading everyone 


Kiss me as I mount my tank 
two of us against the bank 
like a poet's words, alas, alack! 
what will happen, wait and see 
i bought you and you bought me 
that's the kind of goods you can't take back 


For there's no guarantee
no love eternally
there's only here, there's only now 
this very second's all we've got 
strike while the iron's hot 
for we're all worms beneath the plough 
we're all worms beneath the plough 


With all the facts considered
there's not much to laugh about 
the situation's dour and tense 
well the tv expert speaks
like a leather sofa squeaks 
shame, our flatulence will make more sense 


Now i beg on bended knee
together let us free
we'll take it up against the wall 
if you want, i'll cheat and lie 
don't be afraid to fly 
when i'm losing it, i'll simply withdraw 


For there's no guarantee
no love eternally
there's only here, there's only now 
this very second's all we've got 
strike while the iron's hot 
for we're all worms beneath the plough 
we're all worms beneath the plough