Einen (Stern) runterholen (feat. Oimara)

Hey, dude, bro
Yo
Look up at the sky
Oh, wow
Isn't it beautiful?

The stars, man, they're millions of light-years away
And yet they seem so close, wow
I really wanna bring one down right now
Wha-, what?
A star, what do you think?

I've been staring at the night sky for so long
I've got a stiff neck
Every time I say I wanna bring one down
Everyone pretends to misunderstand me
I look up, got my hard-on in my hand
And I sing through my mic for the whole damn land
Yeah, I don't watch porn, but I’ve got a dirty mind
'Cause I unfortunately have a pornographic memory

I’m all alone looking at the stars
And I really wanna bring one down
Whether a doctor, general, doesn’t matter if poor or rich
With my hand on my junk, we’re all the same, yeah
I’m all alone looking at the stars
And I really wanna bring one down
From Bavaria to Berlin, doesn’t matter, international
With my hand on my junk, we’re all the same

If men jerked off more instead of starting wars
Maybe love would rule instead of hate
But everyone tells me that’ll never happen
So I’m starting a party, Masturbation for Peace
And you’ll see me with it in my hand
On posters on the wall for the fatherland
'Cause that unites us all, we’re all the same
It’s time for the Hand Workers' Party

I’m all alone looking at the stars
And I really wanna bring one down
Whether a doctor, general, doesn’t matter if poor or rich
With my hand on my junk, we’re all the same, yeah
I’m all alone looking at the stars
And I really wanna bring one down
From Bavaria to Berlin, doesn’t matter, international
With my hand on my junk, we’re all the same

I only book double rooms and it’s making me broke
I always lie alone on the left side
When I’m looking for a little love to snack on at night
I wake up in the morning and next to me is just a tissue
What a wild, wild night that was?
I spent it all alone, alone
You drive me out of my, out of my mind
I don’t mean you, I mean my hand

I’m all alone looking at the stars
And I really wanna bring one down
Whether a doctor, general, doesn’t matter if poor or rich
With my hand on my junk, we’re all the same, yeah
I’m all alone looking at the stars
And I really wanna bring one down
From Bavaria to Berlin, doesn’t matter, international
With my hand on my junk, we’re all the same