Herbert Grönemeyer

No Guarantee

Herbert Grönemeyer


if it's all a tasteless sandwich 
we're the filling in between 
much is said, but much is left out 

and the table creaks asunder 
all the bullshit and the blunder 
and they've a plan for when it breaks 
i've no doubt 

we're packing in our trolleys 
groceries by megaton 
buying all, but needing none 
like pigs we loosen buttons 
with the piety of gluttons 
and strength through joys evading everyone 

kiss me as i mount my tank 
two of us against the bank 
like a poet's words, alas, alack! 
what will happen, wait and see 
i bought you and you bought me 
that's the kind of goods you can't take back 

for there's no guarantee 
no love eternally 
there's only here, there's only now 
this very second's all we've got 
strike while the iron's hot 
for we're all worms beneath the plough 
we're all worms beneath the plough 

with all the facts considered 
there's not much to laugh about 
the situation's dour and tense 
well the tv expert speaks 
like a leather sofa squeaks 
shame, our flatulence will make more sense 

now i beg on bended knee 
together let us free 
we'll take it up against the wall 
if you want, i'll cheat and lie 
don't be afraid to fly 
when i'm losing it, i'll simply withdraw 

for there's no guarantee...