Wallies [Live, Biskuithalle, Bonn, April 12, 1998]

So this is where the future lies in a beer gut belly, in an open fly
Brill creamed, acrylic, mindless boys, punching, kicking, making noise
From the cradle to the city streets they spill out their aggression
By punching what they don′t understand and stopping all forms of expression
Teaching each other to be men by spewing in the street
Well now I know just what to do to make my man complete

Against the power of their misguidance, we must learn to fight
To be just what we want to be, morning, noon and night

Night is for the hunters
And the hunted are you and me
Hunted for just having
Some form of identity

So this is where the future lies in a beer gut belly, in an open fly
Brill creamed, acrylic, mindless boys, punching, kicking, making noise
From the cradle to the city streets they spill out their aggression
By punching what they don't understand and stopping all forms of expression
Teaching each other to be men by spewing in the street
Well now I know just what to do to make my man complete

Against the power of their misguidance, we must learn to fight
To be just what we want to be, morning, noon and night

Night is for the hunters
And the hunted are you and me
Hunted for just retaining
Some form of identity

Night is for the hunters
And the hunted are you and me
Hunted for just having
Some individuality