Текст песни: Terrorgruppe. Über Amerika. Fat Germans.

I'm sitting in the underground (Metro)
Cruising around
A student is sitting on my left hand side
A redneck' on the right
And a skinhead right in front of me
They all are very much taller
and bigger than me
With pink pumped up faces,
they are staring at me
Have a look at the Costa Brava (Beach in Spain)
Or go to the Adriatic (Mediterranean between Italy & Yogaslavia)
Fat bodies in Ibiza and Mallorca.
Hot Dogs and beer, Bratwurst and wine
Fat Germans are constantly swallowing
Fat Germans - stay where you are
Fat Germans - don't go to far
they come closer and closer
and I become claustrophobic
The sweat runs out of their fat pores
I think I can't take this any more
I push the fat guys with all my power
Away from me, and I jump up and run away
Far away from this place
But everywhere else I go
is just the same thing going on.
I think about genocide
Fat Germans ...