Sataman

Standing at the disco
Gargling with fang
There goes another drink that you don't pay for
At night you never lack friends
During the day nobody wants to greet you

And you repeat: What am I, a dog?
Why can't I grill?

Standing at the disco
On the bathroom door
You live played, you no longer think
You are a gift, all you need is a bow
You sell the remedy, there is no cure for you

And you repeat: What am I, a dog?
Why can't I grill?

You are one of those who know who is people (oh, oh, oh)
You know about beatings, stick and stick (oh, oh, oh)
Because they never taught you another life (oh, oh, oh)
The neighborhood is tough but you know how to play (oh, oh, oh)

Standing at the disco
Standing at the disco
Standing at the disco
Standing at the disco

You are one of those who know who is people (oh, oh, oh)
You know about beatings, stick and stick (oh, oh, oh)
Because they never taught you another life (oh, oh, oh)
The neighborhood is tough but you know how to play (oh, oh, oh)