I was walking down the street with my chains tied up to my feet
I leaned instead of jiggie with the sidewalk
Now this street tells the same old boring tale that has failed in so many ways of life
To trust its stories you´ve got to be dull as them

And all the love I´ve got in here
You´ve just killed you peasants didn´t even care
The love I had in store you raped for more
And all the dreams I had in here you´ve just stolen
You peasants didn´t even care
But the dreams I had for her you cannot touch, my golden hand
´Cause it´s guarded by your promises

I met her in a crowded room where the bookshelves help you and knowledge takes your hand
I watched her beauty from an armchair
I said “Hey girl have you seen that film with those kids in New York in the eighties
Oh, you have – Well, can I watch it with you anyway”

And all the love I´ve got in here…

Congratulation Mr. Major you savior, betrayer, you stinking master of trusts
How does it feel to ride all those horses
You cannot touch our hearts when we´re in bloom
I assume that we´ll win over the heads again
We conceal non, you´ll feel none, that´s what I promise
And all the love we´ve got in store, you can´t kill You peasants! We won it all

And the love I have for her you cannot touch, my golden hand,
´Cause it´s guarded by your filthy promises
And all the love I´ve got in here…

Honey I love you, like the summer falls
And the winter crawls you´re above and beyond me…