Red Line Bus
It´s not open to the public, here you see the ruins
of politics, now we´re going to the old town bridge.
I´m not showing you a pristine city. I was born for a
dollar in the kitty and you like to have a rendezvous.
Oh oh oh oh, if the fun strikes back, better shut your trap
Oh oh oh oh, take the red line bus to carry me home
Bones and scrap in the streets of the nation, boo the
people in desolation, where you can live deliriously.
"Bastard Joe" has stolen some flatscreens, criminal kid
at the age of thirteen does looting for the pothead gang.
Oh oh oh oh, if the hate strikes back, like a pain in the neck
Oh oh oh oh, take the red line bus to carry me home
Lunacy in the name of the audience, don´t reduce me
to a kid staring at those puppets on a blazing string.
"Bastard Joe" has... you´ll never guess what.. Stand in
line to get the last bus! Now, you will wait eternally.
Oh oh oh oh, if the life strikes back, like a pain in the neck
Oh oh oh oh, take the red big bus to carry me home
Fun ticket, pick it, check it, tell me: "Where´s the crack at?"
Oh oh oh oh, take the red line bus to carry me home
Bass Uwe Milkau
Drums Olaf Hoffmeister
Voice Uwe Milkau
Guitar Uwe Milkau
Produziert im Noah Tonstudio von Jens Bernewitz