Sie sagen zu mir, ‘Schließ auf diese Tür’
Die Neugier wird zum Schrei
Was wohl dahinter sei?
Hinter dieser Tür steht ein Klavier
Die Tasten sind staubig
Die Saiten sind verstimmt
Hinter dieser Tür sitzt sie am Klavier
Doch sie spielt nicht mehr
Ach, das ist so lang her…
After careful consideration, our longtime friend and colleague Leo has left his job as a drummer with OOMPH, in order to take on new musical challenges.
We wish him good luck and success, and above all hope that he will remain in the world of music for a lot longer!
We want to thank Leo for two decades of fun, 100% loyalty and reliability, and a lot of great humor.
Leo will play the upcoming festival in Kherson, Ukraine (on 09.01.2012).
Because Leo noticed us in time of his decision, we can assure you that the tour will go on as scheduled, of course! We have found in the meantime a replacement for Leo and in the next few days we will introduce our new drummer here.
“One for hatred two for hell Three for the lowest high that you sell Gotta four for a try but don’t stop the lie Five for the piss and poke in your eye Six for the silver that you wrench Seven for the gold that’ll never quench Eight and nine for the thirsty fly And ten for the one who drinks ‘til I die
I must receive and I’ll believe Come on trust in me With all my greed give to those in need Come on lust with me I will be true but still deceive Come on lie with me My little pill my guilty thrill Come on die with me
Sin, sex, sodomy. Time to end this parody. Terror, torture, tyranny. The carcass of democracy. Power, pills, poverty. Victors rewrite history. Bullets, bombs & bigotry. Brace yourself for World War Three.
This testament to the truest torture Beg for release from the lie that I bought you You started high your endings nigh Get it hard for the lord of lard I’m a vacuous and a callous whore Bend right over and beg for more A lie for a lie and a noose for a noose Don’t complicate yourself with the truth
I’m designing I’m the master Keep on waiting as I die of laughter Get on down covered in fleas I screw best in twos and threes The teasing pleasing little thrill The twisted knife that begs to kill Wistful thinking and whiskey drinking It all makes sense when your fists are thinking.”