In Teufels Namen

Freigeist

Richter und Henker

Wut (feat. Joachim Witt)

Flächenbrand

Bestie

Venom

[Verse 1]
Alarm clock screaming, same damn day
Grab my shades, lock and load, pray
List says “milk,” ends up “mass grave”
Every line between work and rave
Cash the check, dodge the spray
Clerk’s on fire, I’ll call it Monday
All I wanted was to get paid
Now I’m headline homemade

[Pre-Chorus]
Every step’s another raid
Smile for the crowd, debts get paid
They call it chaos, I call it lunch
Trigger finger, coffee punch

[Chorus]
This can’t be good for me, but I feel great
Whole town’s howling at the interstate
Bullets sing, the pigeons croon
Welcome to my errand of doom
This can’t be good for me, but I feel great
Body count climbs, still running late
Cash that check, yeah, make it soon
I’m doing chores with collateral bloom

[Verse 2]
Petition time, don’t make me beg
Sign your name or lose a leg
Return the book — building’s toast
Guess I’m today’s unholy host
The news says “maniac at large”
But I just needed to recharge
Grandma could beat this mess with ease
If she saved as much as me

[Pre-Chorus]
Every task, a freak parade
Paper cuts and hand grenades
They call it madness, I call it home
Every step another poem

[Chorus]
This can’t be good for me, but I feel great
Whole town’s howling at the interstate
Bullets sing, the pigeons croon
Welcome to my errand of doom
This can’t be good for me, but I feel great
Body count climbs, still running late
Cash that check, yeah, make it soon
I’m doing chores with collateral bloom

[Bridge]
Yeah baby, I am the lizard king
Sell my sins on eBay, cha-ching
You thought today you’d make it through
Surprise, fate’s got other plans for you
Here I am, minding my rights
Guess I’ll end the day with fights

[Chorus]
This can’t be good for me, but I feel great
Whole town’s howling at the interstate
Bullets sing, the pigeons croon
Welcome to my errand of doom
This can’t be good for me, but I feel great
Body count climbs, still running late
Cash that check, yeah, make it soon
I’m doing chores with collateral bloom

[Outro]
Errand of doom
Errand of doom
Guess I’ll call it a productive afternoon

Can’t Be Good for Me - Postal 2 Song

we’ve had 
our fill 
of this 
dog and 
pony show

A circus 
Put on display 

While the Uniparty 
ruins everything 

We all are failing 
We all are crying
We all are searching
We all are dying 

The bills 
are stacking 
higher
As we struggle 
Every single day 

The Next thing 
you know
they’ll want your 
blood to drain

It’s never enough 

The more
you Make
The more 
they’ll take

This Is a
reckoning

Forever apart
Of this rat race

poor are getting poorer 
rich are getting richer 
corruption is the trigger
gap is growing bigger 

Drowning in our debt
Borrowing to live
This is all a scam
Something’s gotta give

There’s nowhere 
To run
Nowhere 
And to escape 

There’s no 
left or right
They’re both 
one and the same 

Is it ever 
any wonder 
Why We all 
Are feeling played 

This is a 
rigged game

That we all 
have to play 

whether or not 
If you choose 
to decide 
To participate 

even though 
you never 
signed up
To play the 
farcical game

A generation 
That is 
Born into a prison 
Beaten to submission 
Filled with opposition 

How do you expect 
While Drowning in our debt
This is ludicrous 
Don’t you think a bit 

Careful what you do
Careful what you say
If Stepping outta line 
Be Prepare to beg 

Usurped by the fed
We are 
Taxed to death 
Our founding fathers 
Have Revolted for less

There’s nowhere 
to run
There is 
no escape 

There’s no 
left or right
They’re both 
one and the same 

We all are failing 
We all are crying
We all are searching
We all are dying 

You
Sold out
our lives
Before we 
could thrive

A future
in debt 
for the rest 
of our lives 

All of this 
is contrived
This was all 
done by design

A future 
in debt 
for the rest 
of our lives

Taxed on all our food
Taxed on all our wage
Taxed on what you spend 
Taxed on what you save 
thought that we where free
Looks like I’m a slave
Taxed on every dollar
cradle to the grave.

Bestie

Heldmaschine