Mama unter meine Nägel is Dreck
und i hob die Kretzn
owa Mama bitte schick mi ned weck
weil mi die ondan olle eh schon hetzn
Papa, in meiner Lung is Ruaß
und i hob koa Göd mehr
i griaß de Leit ned weil is muaß
II: owa Papa, bitte schick ma du an Gruaß :II
Mama would you take the pain
and Papa would you shut your eyes
Mama take away that shame
II: and the guilt of those ugly lies :II
Mama would you hide your worries
and Papa would you do the same
there’s no redemption with some sorries
II: but with a bullet of John Wayne :II