Clown

taste the smell of selfpraise man you are no Mr.God
money,bitches,fame and this stuff is really hot
i´ll never follow you on your filthy path,bitch
you are like a slut,but i´m pressing my own powerswitch
money is the power and the power spins the planet
but i am no spinner,maybe that´s why i don´t get it
so keep your big car and a mothertfuckin´ gold chain
swiss watch,big house with the gate containing your name

i am still down in the underground
bringing the sound into the clubs where my people goes
i am still down in the underground
check out the music - let your head explode
i am still down in the underground
bringing the sound into the clubs where my people goes
i am still down in the underground
check out the sound - let us your head destroy

break the motherfuckin´ wall of that insane fake pretending

i´ll never think twice what my future brings
it´s better then trying make myself a pop king
i don´t need the spotlights and a make-up on the face
like a sad clown who need be embraced
think about it your pose is little bit sick
rather use the heart instead the fuckin´ lipstick
golden rings on your fingers didn´t make it
you can change your name but you will be the same shit
i was born free and as free i wanna die
without money plans i hold my head up high
tell me why you think the Bon Jovi is different
he is the same dick as a 50 cent

i am still down in the underground
bringing the sound into the clubs where my people goes
i am still down in the underground
check out the music - let your head explode
i am still down in the underground
bringing the sound into the clubs where my people goes
i am still down in the underground
check out the sound - let us your head destroy

break the motherfuckin´ wall of that insane fake pretending