you ask me if i think i'm gonna win
you ask me as if winning were a sin
i don't know why i'm lucky with the dice
man i don't know but i feel pretty fucking nice
chances are I’ll die and i
you know, sometimes i wonder why
if everything will have to go
would i get up? but then, you know
i wonder if i'm in a winning mood
and iI don’t know but i feel pretty fucking good

(oh yes i do)

i know you wanna spawn a master race
but satan get your cock out of my face
i don't really care what people say
you are both bigoted and pretty fucking gay (hey)
chances are i'll cry as you
will rape me and you'll me kill me too
and bring me back to life to feel
i've lost and i will have to kneel
before you, that is all well understood
but i feel lucky punk - and pretty fucking good

(oh yes i do)

Die Falsche Trilogie

PFG (Pretty Fucking Good)

[...] you're such a leet punk
you're an elitist punk
all you wanna do is get drunk
with a sternie and pfeffie in a jazz bar
shit is going too far
you wiggle waggle take your chance 
dance your antenna dance
what is going on? this sounds like blasphemy
you're no longer a member of the party
so now your soul is free to jazz it up, punk
now go and funk up your bass
turn your polka ska to grace
and put a smile on that jazzy face
and be that uncle fucking savior of the human race
in your jazz bar. you know what you are?
pfeffi drinking jazzy punk shit is going too 
farcical [...]

Pfeffi Jazz Punk

wrong. something's wrong. all too wrong:
'tis a world where logic no longer applies.
no more lies. no more lies.
so you try to find the truth but you get

error. people hide in terror. what is it you're there for?
you fly out without quite knowing what you're flying
into. nothing you're akin to. all the shit you've been through
none of it will help you in this foolish fight but you

you would divide your joy by zero if you could.
you suicidal superhero - if you would

logic is really screwed. woohoooooooooooo!

right. this ain't right. can't be right:
'tis a world where logic's easily
defied. calm? not quite. you take flight
as you try to find the truth but you get

error. people hide in terror. what is it you're there for?
you fly out without quite knowing what you're flying
into. nothing you're akin to. all the shit you've been through.
none of it will help you win this foolish fight but you

you would divide your joy by zero if you could.
you suicidal superhero - if you would

logic is really screwed. woohoooooooooooo!

out. fading out. fading out.
suicidal superhero slowly fading out.

Trio Deux

Suicidal Superhero

houston i got no
ain’t got no no no no

now that's a double denial
so damn' sure there is issues
but it's not the sort of stuff
you're gonna solve with some tissues
say the missus is bitchin
but she ain't no bitch
then she will probably be right my friend
that might be the itch
the one you keep on scratchin'
but you're not gonna reach
well i won't teach you to relax my man
i'm not gonna preach
i'm only here for distraction
i’m not gonna stay
as i got ninety something things 
that may be heading your way

houston i got no
ain’t got no no no no

ain't got no shit

well man oh sure you got shit
or else you wouldn't be eating
i'm not taking the piss here
you're taking a beating
i'm am literally telling you
your grammar's fucked up
well let's not make that the problem
let's just make the beat drop
so i can whisper:
i got happy little pills in my pocket
lift you off like a rocket
not quite legal but fuck it
am i seeing the beginnings
of a smile on your face?
you pop a pill my mate
and celebrate your problems in space

houston i got no
ain’t got no no no no

Houston (I Got No)

berlin winter: gracious as the waitress' smile
wanna pay, be on your way - you will be waiting a while
it seems forever but then she is beginning to grin
no more whatever, today the bitch is shredding her skin

she seems to understand
is all i want to say
and takes me by the hand
now we're about to play and hey
we bang away a melody
bears will dance eventually
little do we care that we can't 
move the stars to treat us tenderly

i didn't know she would be quoting flaubert
but hey she does it nice and gentle like she don't even care
she said whatever was of modesty, it's no longer there
i know right? i think we had it, i'm pretty sure we had it

but the caring jar is empty. so are we and so we know
we're gonna freeze and pretty please – we will be begging to go
and then it happens, just when we're about to break down
sunny rays are kissing your face and fuck up my frown

i feel the promised land
cannot be far away
she takes me by the hand
oh we're about to play and hey
we bang away a melody
bears will dance eventually
little do we care that we can't 
move the start to treat us tenderly

i didn't know she would be screaming along
and hey, i think she called it singing but we all get things wrong
she said whatever was of harmony, it's not in this song
i'm sure we had it, i'm pretty sure we had it. but it's gone

Tenderly

More than a band, it’s a coincidence. Four gentlemen knew they were up to something. Music the world had never asked for but would get anyway. Like mad men with no plan whatsoever the four have put together a trilogy of more than three songs. Hello world, and fuck you kindly: we are POLKADISTORTION.

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