Wolf City
Album - 1972 - Debaser id 64028

You walk
Surrounded by the stars
So many days
And you knock
At the gates of night
No answer
But you walk in
With your decrees
And you go out
With shaking knees
A street-sweeper appears
Makes your dusty feet clean
Come and jump
On my Are-You-Tired machine
At sunrise

You play your violin
On Napoleon's nose
A cop comes and says
You are one of those
But you jump
Into the trumpet of a clown
And you say to yourself
Maybe I shall leave this town?

You walk
Beside the twilight street
Jewel of the town
And you pass
The make-up zoo
Where hungry people meet
They ask you
And you give them
All you need
For a trip to the South
Maybe you think
What sort of idiot am I
Without a bone in my mouth
And you turn to the sunrise

You see a famous face
Behind a golden fence
A voice sounds round the corner:
This is you very last chance!
But you laugh
Like the son of a kangaroo
I don't believe the TV screen!
I don't believe you too!

Wolf City
You are a pearl
Without pity
Your glory
Is like ice cream
Dripping on the skin of a girl
And your voodoo-graph
Is going to conquer the world
While the greyhound
Leans back in the president's chair
And thousands of children
On their way home
Gasp for fresh air
Your servants
Set up a lean-horse-monument
In the alley of cars
A queue with no end
And thousands of cows
Rush into bars
On a wall I see
Many strange signs
They say: Johnny B. Goode

Ein General stand an meiner Wiege,
Sprach: «Es ist ein schönes Kind
Es wird mein Mann,
Wie ich ihn liebe,
Gouverneur vielleicht, in Deutsch Nepal!»
Ich bin geboren
Im Land der Krieger, äh - Krieger,
Bemühe mich
Ein Held zu sein.
Doch die Siege - äh -
Lassen auf sich warten, äh - warten!
Vielleicht irrte sich der General - General - General!