Lied "Flat" (Michael Kuhn; Boris Morf)

Liedtitel	Flat
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Musikautor	Boris Morf; Michael Kuhn
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Textautor	Boris Morf; Michael Kuhn
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Flat

It's Friday night
And you believe it's not right
That you always must wait
Five long days that you hate

All you think of is fun
So you dress up and run
Where the music is loud
(Where they dance, scream and shout)

Yeh, the new club is there
And you'll have fun there they swear
But you've got your own ways
And you just need more space

When you want to fly high
And you want to reach sky
Then you discover that
Everything is just flat

And all these girls
Hangin' around the bar
They don't want to dance
They speak with their friends
Why didn't they just stay at home
And let me alone
They're not here because of the sound
They just know the DJ

So you have a few drinks
And your party begins
Your legs movin' wild
You behave like a child

Cause the party is on
And all your reason is gone
People all could be friends
(But they don't want to dance)

You enjoy lights and sound
Then you fall to the ground
So you really have fun
- but you're the only one

When you want to fly high
And you want to reach sky
Then you discover that
Everyone is just flat

And all these guys
That don't dance and that don't came here because of the sound
They stare at the breasts and the butts of the girls
They make me want to throw up
I think they'd better be off in the whorehouse
Why didn't they stay wankin' at home
Know what? Know what I say?
I think they just know the DJ