Hit sale [English translation]

There are these lines you drop, cheap guy lines

Lines I forget about as I'm plastered at night

and your body wriggling just to please me.

But, you know, I bite your imaginary dreams.

There are bugs in my head

Imaginary dreams

There are bugs in my head

when I stub out a cig.

Everybody goes postal here

You're a hundred times too sexy

You put a bug in our entrails

You're a hundred times too fuckable

You keep dancing on dirty hits

If you were all mine you'd be my snack

You keep dancing on dirty hits

If you were all mine you'd be my snack

I'm lacking apps like the cell phones

You fixed the evil I left behind

You're a thousand times too sexy for me to feel down

But you're the one in control there, and you know it

You keep dancing on dirty hits, you put on an XL sweater but your tits show all the same.

I could be your handsome, I could vice car you

You light up all the flames, I'm meek like a moron.

Everybody goes postal here

You're a hundred times too sexy

You put a bug in our entrails

You're a hundred times too fuckable

You keep dancing on dirty hits

If you were all mine you'd be my snack

You keep dancing on dirty hits

If you were all mine you'd be my snack

There are hundreds of warriors

willing to chance everything for me,

to bleed for the glory

of seeing my body next to them

tonight.

A deep-rooted thought that ends up driving them mad.

My smell like an altar, others are blasphemies

Everybody goes postal here

I'm a hundred times too sexy.

Everybody goes postal here

You're a hundred times too sexy

You put a bug in our entrails

You're a hundred times too fuckable

You keep dancing on dirty hits

If you were all mine you'd be my snack

You keep dancing on dirty hits

If you were all mine you'd be my snack

You keep dancing on dirty hits

(Everybody goes postal here)

You keep dancing on dirty hits

(You're a hundred times too sexy)

You keep dancing on dirty hits, you put on an XL sweater but your tits show all the same.

I could be your handsome, I could vice car you

You light up all the flames, I'm meek like a moron.

• Artist:Therapie Taxi
• Album:Hit sale (2018)