Lyrics Funker Vogt

Funker Vogt

Our Life

What the hell is goin' on this time?

Vested with prohibitive suits

They tell us what is right

Good or bad - black or white

Is it all just a game?

Drug dealing, murder and corruption

A mother who stands alone

Lives only for her child with hunger and tears

Can someone stop this madness?

Beware this broken world of a new Exodus?

Paradise as hope for the deprived

Who risks this step? Who is willing?

Too weak to live - too strong to die

Born to loose, I'm the opposite of a winner

I point the gun at my head...