I got my first tattoo in Korea
I got my last tattoo in Bern
Had to travel 'round the world
Leave my area
To realize – this is my concern
To understand where I come from
To recognize where I should go
Had to flee and escape my area
Then my inner fire started to burn
Our world reminds me of a "type case"
Each individual has a place
The countries give it some structure
And every person colors their own space
I decorate it with my paintings
So that a brand new mixture is done
But I wonder after all my earnings
What this "knick-knack-rack" has become
Cause you ruin everything
Just bad handling
You pour buckets of paint over the type case
The compartments overflow
I see the hate grow
You pour buckets of paint over the type case
The brown color I admit
Yeah it looks and smells like shit
Fascist – yeah name it
I just call you a nazi pig
I got my first tattoo in Korea
I got my last tattoo in Bern
Had to travel 'round the world
Leave my area
To realize – this is my concern
To understand where I come from
To recognize where I will go
Had to flee and escape my area
To realize – this is my concern
