Maladenballaden

The money they bathe the Obermaladen

In a loud guilders from the people debts.

On earth do God's work they

When you destroy holy lives.

Their god is called distress for the rest

The excessive human plague.

Whether Satan or Lamb

The program

Power clammy peoples.

With thirty trillion Dollaren

On their islands

The belly brushing up

Pekuniaes Tsar.

Oh, how is bang them but

That they long to or soon

Could sit in the hole.

Or even hung, emblazoned at the stake

It dräuet the Bald.

And in the feast

Illustrious guests

Ward seen many a

Etwer

Yes, THE!

Consciously 'no longer stand.

As we just talk us out

If it is from the mouse?

Want to be in the dungeon

Under Beutelschneider, murderers, Berserk?

Yes, you have already ity

Kiss The Possibilitäten

In the clear knowledge

That none of the other Geschweiner

Not one

Tät a miss.

Oja, there were already prisons

Which escaped

Although not lame

Also not the best.

There he sat with cabbage and bread

To him, swept the emergency

For he ity not shovel with schwiel'gen hands

There'd be no Schrippen in the gangster cribs.

So Dances in Londonium and the Bahamas

The Malefizium of drama

Located in palaces verschanzet

The Vorknästen

Under stupid guests.

The bubbly becomes stale on campus.

Slowly he just rinnet

Almost next

By throats

The soon would be missing.

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"Never donation to an organization that lives in a bigger house than you yourself." (AC)

The three of us live on 81 square - because the classroom actually nine less.

Do you have more than 24?

Magnus Goller - Volksbank Stuttgart - BLZ 600 901 00 - Kto 580 280 13.

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