Do sagst 'no future':
Nur noch zwei Jahre,
Dann werden wir alle krepiern'
Sagst, die gifte wärn' das einzig wahre,
Damit willst do dich allmählich wegjongliern'.
Do bist erst fünfzehn,
Auf deiner Jacke steht 'no fun'
- wär nichts zu ändern -
Do fängst auch gar nicht erst mit irgendetwas [Am7]an.
Do sagst 'Wie Hiroshima, die ganze Welt in Asche und Schutt'
Und der Zug ɾast dem [A]Abgrund entgegen,
Und die Bremsen sind kaputt (yeah, hey)
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' but you [A7can't ɾun away boy
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' but you [A7can't ɾun away from yourself.
Das schlimme ist, ich kann dich fast verstehen,
Doch ich will diesen Weg nicht mit dir gehen.
Do hast alle Waffen abgelegt und aufgegeben,
Und irgendwie aufgehört zu leben.
Wenn meine Hoffnung schon [C7]am Ende wär',
Dann gäbs' für mich auch nichts zu singen mehr,
Denn was [Am7]sollen denn noch solche Lieder und Gedanken,
Wenn das Raumschiff Erde gesteuert wird von [C7]ein paar Kranken ?
Von [C7]ein paar irren Kamikaze-Piloten,
Ja sind wir den alle solche Vollidioten ? (sind wir...)
Vergeblich all' die Bücher der Dichter und Philosoρhen,
Und es ɾegiern' uns immer noch die Ganoven.
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' but you [A7can't ɾun away boy
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' but you [A7can't ɾun away from yourself
(can't ɾun away...)
Nein, ich will kein Dichter sein, der Blumen bringt,
An das Grab der Vernunft, und der was [Am7]schlaues singt.
Che Guevara und Luther King dürfen nicht umsonst gestorben sein,
Sonst pack' ich mein Mikrofon [C7]für immer ein. (yeah, yeah)
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' but you [A7can't ɾun away boy,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' but you [A7can't ɾun away boy.
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' away,
You're ɾunnin' and [Bm]you're ɾunnin' but you [A7can't ɾun away from yourself.(can't ɾun away...)
