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...And That, Your Honour, Is Why...

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So now I'm standing here in the courtroom
Laying my happiness to rest
And everything I've gone through
And shared with her over the years
We spent so many beautiful hours together
And I'm not glad that we part our ways
Your Honour, I'm going weak at the knees
Now that I'm about to state my reasons:
 
She was all cynic and moody, extremely despotic
And she always had the last word1
Whenever I tried to kiss her, she pushed my away
And that's how she always got me on my knees
All fussy at dawn already2 – our milkman, the local baker3
They came to see her all the time
Slutty, debauched, done up like a diva –
That's how she usually ran our house
I wasn't allowed to protest and I had to keep down
That's what she's turned me into
And that, Your Honour, is why I've come here today
 
And yet we still love each other as much
As we used to, as we used to
If only there weren't as many, many obstacles
Love wouldn't be so difficult for us
La la la...
 
Only half of the things he says are true
Is this bloke mental?
I did everything for him, and what are people thinking of me now?
I think what he's doing is downright mean
Yet times were often so nice and lovely
And I'm not glad that we part our ways
Your Honour, you'll still understand me
When I tell you my reasons:
 
He was sitting at the bar in the pub round the corner
While the children at home were freezing
Every knees-up was reason enough for him
To drink away his money and what was left of his brain
Morning trouble, my mind full of worries
A woman who's got to struggle through
The local baker, our milkman, they helped me out now and then
Free of charge, just for one kiss
I had to suffer so much and that's why I'm getting a divorce
What has he turned me into?
And that, Your Honour, is why I've come here today
 
And yet we still love each other as much
As we used to, as we used to
If only there weren't as many, many obstacles
Love wouldn't be so difficult for us
La la la...
 
...love wouldn't be so difficult for us
 

• 1. lit: she was the only one who was ever right
• 2. lit: the alarm clock, bleating
• 3. This line is a German cliché often applied to unfaithful wives in songs, jokes, comedy routines etc. While her husband is at work, she invites different men. In a slightly cartoonish way, they're always described by naming their profession using a definite article (THE milkman, THE postman...).

Melody

Still the same no borders
I don't have anymore time to waste
The money's good the car drives
A-A-Antidepressiva is years ago
Everything's fine Mom everything's wonderful Dad
What a Movie he feel like a Blues Brother
A Judge never changes his character
*Ch-pföh* you lousy little bastard
Fuck the Fame and the Clicks yeah
Luck you can't buy that's why don't change yourself
The whole money's just Paper but people are killing for that yeah
At the end it just leaded to the evil
That's why i make music out of love i share what i get
Write my lines the whole night like a machine
Stay on my rails like a man 'til the end
Don't knew where it ends but where i have to start
 
I always was poor but i knew one it would work and then
i will get more
But it always goes up and down like the life is a melody
I always was poor but i knew one it would work and then
i will get more
But it always goes up and down like the life is a melody
 
I think about my farm and not about the business
Do not get it all going, you little bitches
Everyone grumbles around as if he could fight
But the money isn't enough to pay your debts
I could take all of you apart, but say nothing
Be honest we all know what's the truth
Sit in the car and pump up tracks in the JBL-System
I never thought about to go a different way
Everything's cool cause i'm one of the good people
Cross chain bearer, because the bills curse me
Shoot some lines in your fucking face
Babble no shit, I'm just not interested
I am boss, my own boss
I have everything in my hand like luggage
The time is perfect, they envy me now
I'm in the plus each month beginning
Don't knew where it ends but where i have to start
 
I always was poor but i knew one it would work and then
i will get more
But it always goes up and down like the life is a melody
I always was poor but i knew one it would work and then
i will get more
But it always goes up and down like the life is a melody