Techno Christmas Glühwein
We lay down before the
Mannheim steamroller
The market is open
We play with fire everyday
We know
Our home may some day be our coffin
Wooden cows eating by
The side of the road
Next to giant chocolate rocks
I see a car made of Gummi
With Lebkuchen wheels
Trees with bread branches
And butter leaves
Giant electric mothers
Stretch across the horizon
They spread their arms and legs
Connected through lines of power
They dangle like old skin beneath our arms
They Keep us alive
They Keep us young
They Keep us tied up like a dog to a tree
A dog that is capeable
Of great joy
Schwervon! 