It’s a Sin Songtext
von Frank Hermans

I wanna bend lampposts
Blow up heating boilers
Fill fire extinguishers with rancid whipped cream

I wanna chase my ghosts
Give away all the spoilers
Shock the bloody conscience of the mainstream

And I curse everybody to hell with a grin
Cos music ain′t a party, but a sin

I wanna burn once or twice
Then slowly fade away
Laugh in the face of sterile video nights

I wanna roll the dice
Define the end of the day
Take complete control over the idiot lights


But all I can do is swallow more Dexedrine
Cos music ain't a party, but a sin

O, I wanna be disturbing and provocative
But the sounds I make are muzak to my ears
I have the urge to be rebellious and creative
But the songs I produce only get worse with the years

It′s the end of an era
The eighties just begun
What seems to count now is selfishness and greed

We've been led astray
And feel like we're outdone
Lies, hate speech and fake news let us bleed

Maybe it′s like my mother said: you can never win
Cos music ain′t a party, but a sin

Maybe it's like my mother said: you can never win
Cos music ain′t a party, but a sin