Chefsache [English translation]

The boss

He has a hole in his head

And on top of it not one hair

When it drops out of the wound

He feels wonderful

Quietly, he sneaks out of the house

Disappears into the black night

One sees the moon as the reason

The other one acts without thinking

The water flows towards the mouth

The fruit grows into the sky

The sprout enters the battle field

Into suggestive turmoil

Your boss always pulls you

towards the battle with your warrior

Through desire

To the stab

To the battle field

To the shot

The boss's business!

Shared time as passed suffering

The truth stays on the battle field

The unrest doesn't leave them satisfied

The fighting spirit will defeat them as well

• Artist:Heldmaschine
• Album:Propaganda