Zwar ist BIRTH, SCHOOL, WORK, DEATH der britischen Band The Godfathers nicht unbedingt einer der große lyrischen Songtexte, aber immerhin einer, dem es prima gelingt, die Essenzvariante eines ganzen Menschenlebens (und ganz offenbar einem ohne Liebe) in vier Worte zu drücken: Geburt, Schule, Arbeit, Tod.
Songtext:
Been turned around till I’m upside down
Been all at sea until I’ve drowned
And I’ve felt torture, I’ve felt pain
Just like that film with Michael Caine
I’ve been abused and I’ve been confused
And I’ve kissed Margaret Thatcher’s shoes
And I been high and I been low
And I don’t know where to go
Birth, school, work, death
And heroin was the love you gave
From the cradle to the grave
Boys and girls don’t understand
The devil makes work for idle hands
I cut myself but I don’t bleed
‚Cause I don’t get what I need
Doesn’t matter what I say
Tomorrow’s still another day
Birth, school, work, death
Yeah I been high and I been low
And I don’t know where to go
I’m living on the never never never
This time it’s gonna be forever
I’ll live and die don’t ask me why
I wanna go to paradise
And I don’t need your sympathy
There’s nothing in this world for me
Birth, school, work, death
[THE GODFATHERS – Birth, School, Work, Death]
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