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von Peter Fox

I run uphill, roll downhill
Through the wilderness and through the city
Straight ahead, scratching my paint
Smash through the wall with my head until it cracks
Stay where you are, I'll pick you up
I don’t tire, even if I have arthritis
I’m hustling until my heels are bleeding
Buying new boots like a woman, every minute
My heart pumps, my lungs are sore
Like a young dog, never full
No doubts, I run around them
Chasing a phantom until I catch it, zigzagging after it
I barely sleep, eating dirt, see it around the corner
When I get there, it's gone again
A fat chick in front of me, I'm all riled up
I want her and wave with the whole rear


Something keeps me on the move
And sometimes I’ve had enough
It kicks me day and night
The devil at my back, snapping at me
The world has to turn, and nothing can stay the same
I run through my life like a locomotive on two legs
A dog can’t crow, a fish can’t scream
And I can’t stand still, I’m a rolling stone

High-tech boots from NASA
Huge veins on my calves
Dead flies on my glasses
When I walked from Paris to Dakar on foot
I’m dirty, trudging through the lake
I’m hungry and eat while walking
Drinking from a bottle of isotonic drinks
Peeing in the duck, quite confidently
I’m on the run, I’m on the hunt
I’m a hunted fox, always on alert
It’s like an addiction, I need it every day
I’m a bus, my brakes are failing
Trudging through walls, nothing should take long
Biting my nails, I’ve got ants in my pants
I need to get away again, don’t want to stagnate
Women mourn, wearing black rags


Something keeps me on the move
And sometimes I’ve had enough
It kicks me day and night
The devil at my back, snapping at me
The world has to turn, and nothing can stay the same
I run through my life like a locomotive on two legs
A dog can’t crow, a fish can’t scream
And I can’t stand still, I’m a rolling stone

The music pumps loud, I smell it from afar
Rum, smoke, women, and soap
Three bouncers get out of the way
Because I ride into the club like on rails
I run ten laps through the club
I dance, the dance floor is falling apart
Chicks in fancy pumps are standing in the rubble
I carry them to the bar, we take a sip
I’ve got them on my back, dancing on the table
Spilling all the drinks, soaking wet like a fish
I run out the back, around the house
And back in the front, almost fresh again
The wheel has to turn, so I’m turning the wheel
I have to go, and everyone’s going wild