Mr. Grouch Songtext
von Hell in the Club
Mr. Grouch Songtext
Wanna know a story?
He is one of us
He is Mr. Grouch
Ay
He′s out there talking to himself
Smoking hundreds of cigs like no one else, yeah
Like no one else
He says he cares but he'll never care
He said he used to care but now he doesn′t care no more
I wanna be smart like him
I wanna play guitar like he does
He's the god of untalkativity
Mr. Grouch
Mr. Grouch
He's not keen on the scream and shout, yeah
Mr. Grouch
Mr. Grouch
Try his mind and you′ll soon find out that
He′ll outsmart you in a million ways
He's a sweetheart but he′ll hate you anyway
Mr. Grouch
Yeah
He's out there talking to the night
Reciting poems by memory like a pro
Like a fuckin′ pro
He wants to cry but he'll never cry
He said he used to cry but now he doesn′t cry no more
I wanna be smart like him
I wanna play guitar like he does
He's the god of untalkativity
Mr. Grouch
Mr. Grouch
He's not keen on the scream and shout, yeah
Mr. Grouch
Mr. Grouch
Try his mind and you′ll soon find out that
He′ll outsmart you in a million ways
He's a sweetheart but he′ll hate you anyway
Mr. Grouch
Hey
He was there at the party cats with his cowboy hat
Hanging with Marilyn Monroe
Or was it Michael?
He's always right, he says you′re not right
Or you may be right, he doesn't care what′s right no more
He's the god of untalkativity
Mr. Grouch
Mr. Grouch
He's not keen on the scream and shout, yeah
Mr. Grouch
Mr. Grouch
Try his mind and you′ll soon find out that
He′ll outsmart you in a million ways
He's a sweetheart but he′ll hate you anyway
Mr. Grouch
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
He is one of us
He is Mr. Grouch
Ay
He′s out there talking to himself
Smoking hundreds of cigs like no one else, yeah
Like no one else
He says he cares but he'll never care
He said he used to care but now he doesn′t care no more
I wanna be smart like him
I wanna play guitar like he does
He's the god of untalkativity
Mr. Grouch
Mr. Grouch
He's not keen on the scream and shout, yeah
Mr. Grouch
Mr. Grouch
Try his mind and you′ll soon find out that
He′ll outsmart you in a million ways
He's a sweetheart but he′ll hate you anyway
Mr. Grouch
Yeah
He's out there talking to the night
Reciting poems by memory like a pro
Like a fuckin′ pro
He wants to cry but he'll never cry
He said he used to cry but now he doesn′t cry no more
I wanna be smart like him
I wanna play guitar like he does
He's the god of untalkativity
Mr. Grouch
Mr. Grouch
He's not keen on the scream and shout, yeah
Mr. Grouch
Mr. Grouch
Try his mind and you′ll soon find out that
He′ll outsmart you in a million ways
He's a sweetheart but he′ll hate you anyway
Mr. Grouch
Hey
He was there at the party cats with his cowboy hat
Hanging with Marilyn Monroe
Or was it Michael?
He's always right, he says you′re not right
Or you may be right, he doesn't care what′s right no more
He's the god of untalkativity
Mr. Grouch
Mr. Grouch
He's not keen on the scream and shout, yeah
Mr. Grouch
Mr. Grouch
Try his mind and you′ll soon find out that
He′ll outsmart you in a million ways
He's a sweetheart but he′ll hate you anyway
Mr. Grouch
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Be silent
Thou accursed wolf
Writer(s): Andrea Buratto, Davide Moras, Andrea Piccardi, Marco Lazzarini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com