Music :Rudolf Schenker
Lyrics:Klaus Meine, Herman Rarebell
Out in the streets
The dogs are on the run
The cats are all in heart
Out in the streets
Snakes are all around you
Dirty rats are on their way
They control you and they'll make you play
Out in the night
Glaring eyes in darkness
Tigers wanna fight
Out in the night
Spiders all around you
Spinning webs and make you pray
Tie you up and you can't get away
Bad boys running wild
If you don't play along with their games
Bad boys running wild
And you better get out of their way
Out in the streets
The dogs are on the run
The cats are all in heat
Out in the night
Spiders all around you
Spinning webs and make you pray
Tie you up and you can't get away
Bad boys running wild
If you don't play along with their games
Bad boys running wild
And you better get out of their way
Bad boys running wild
If you don't play along with their games
Bad boys running wild
And you better get out of their way
Get out of their waybah dah bha bha bha bha bha
bha ba da da da bhum bha bha
(repeat 2X)
You see the moon has a with young idle eyes
and idle time is the playground
where old profesions lay down
like sweet sugar stays brown and on the mind
gals whose whispers blow through tender lips like wind chimes
they tingle quiet ears with seductive words that I lust
and enjoy, for y'all fly boys that look and not touch
it aint much but bet your dollars
cause they hollar
with out saying a thang
and she ain't saying no name
and I'm fond of het intent
Rock hard and she was skin flint
working on a flame
it seemed like every move she made was some good assed game
I had to keep my focus tame
cause it's a dumb dumb shame
to see them endless
and frendless
will us when the pride feels great
congnac watered down to its last tender state
and emeraled butterfly dissapears from the skies
it seems the moon can't fight the sunrise
CHORUS
feeling high, I'm the emerald butterfly (repeat 4X)
I was the mack of all time blowing their mind
in a world of fantasies when I'm casting my line
they would bite the bait and I would keep my ship sailing
on my crusading others would be out wating
in the water (water), more entising than the farmers daughter
as the imagination makes you wetter than her order
though sweated her so tough , so rough out here
see you cant jump into the mix unless you chose to lose a hair
more nocturnal than the knight itself the mysteries clear
smears of venom all of oil denim smoth as cashmere
stear in thoughts of feather beds and lightheadedness
abyss it gets deeper (you know) so be a light sleeper (sleeper)
the grief is like autumn rain (autumn) washing your needs away
now all this gold is what I need to say about glitter...
CHORUS (X2)