Well, the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don′t look at their faces
And you don’t ask their names
You don′t think of them as human
You don’t think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I′ll do what you want me to do
I′m your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do
I wanna make a million dollars
I want to live out by the sea
Have a husband and some children
Yeah, I guess I want a family
All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don’t look at their faces
And you don′t ask their names
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I′ll do what you want me to do
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do
I′m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
Just a private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do
Deutsche Marks or dollars
American Express will do nicely, thank you
Let me loosen up your collar
Tell me, do you want to see me do the shimmy again?
Uh!
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I′ll do what you want me to do
Just a private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do
Well, the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don′t look at their faces
And you don’t ask their names
You don′t think of them as human
Oh, you don’t think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall
I′m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I′m your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I′m your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do
I′m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I′m your private dancer, a dancer for money
Just a private dancer, a dancer for money
Oh
Do what you want me to do
Writer: Mark Knopfler
Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I’m on fire
Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I’m on fire
Sometimes it’s like someone took a knife baby
edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
through the middle of my soul
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running through the
middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I’m on fire
Writer: Bruce Springsteen
A million times I tried to understand
who was wrong and who was right
I answered all the questions in the end
but they keep coming back at night
my head keeps spinning there’s no peace of mind
so many voices in my brain
I keep on searching but I cannot find
and all my doubts remain
Oho, I’m so lonesome I could die
Oho, I got no more tears to cry
Oho, I’m the last man standing
fighting every day to stay alive
fighting everday to just survive
watch me now in my own misery
fighting battles that are lost
dark is the sky hanging over me
so many roads that we have crossed
now there is darkness where we used to be
and this darkness is surrounding me
I can’t put up with my own tragedy
though I was right, I lost it all
a righteous man in bleeding victory
and though it hurts I’m standing tall
the dust of memories, where we used to live
there’s nothing left in what I can believe
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Letzter Mensch
Eine Million Mal habe ich versucht zu verstehen,
wer Unrecht hatte und wer Recht hatte
Am Ende habe ich alle Fragen beantwortet,
aber sie kommen nachts immer wieder zurück
Mein Kopf dreht sich ständig Es gibt keinen Seelenfrieden
so viele Stimmen in meinem Gehirn
Ich suche weiter, aber ich kann nichts finden
und alle meine Zweifel bleiben bestehen
Oho, ich bin so einsam, dass ich sterben könnte.
Oho, ich habe keine Tränen mehr zum Weinen.
Oho, ich bin der letzte Mensch,
der jeden Tag darum kämpft,
am Leben zu bleiben
und jeden Tag nur ums Überleben kämpft
Beobachten
Sie mich jetzt in meinem eigenen Elend,
wie ich verlorene Schlachten kämpfe
Dunkel ist der Himmel über mir
so viele Straßen, die wir überquert haben
jetzt herrscht Dunkelheit wo wir früher waren
und diese Dunkelheit umgibt mich
Ich kann meine eigene Tragödie nicht ertragen,
obwohl ich Recht hatte, ich habe alles verloren
ein rechtschaffener Mann im blutenden Sieg,
und obwohl es weh tut, stehe ich standhaft da
der Staub der Erinnerungen, wo wir früher gelebt haben
Von dem, was ich glauben kann, ist nichts mehr übrig
Writer: Peter Pathos
It′s all the same
Only the names will change
Everyday
It seems we’re wasting away
Another place
Where the faces are so cold
I drive all night just to get back home
I′m a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I’m wanted
Dead or alive
Wanted
Dead or alive
Sometimes I sleep
Sometimes it’s not for days
The people I meet
Always go their seperate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you′re alone
All you do is think
I′m a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I’m wanted (wanted)
Dead or alive
Wanted (wanted)
Dead or alive
Oh, I ride
I′m a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I’m wanted (wanted)
Dead or alive
I walk these streets
A loaded six-string on my back
I play for keeps
′Cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, oh yeah
Still I’m standing tall
I′ve seen a million faces
And I’ve rocked them all
‚Cause I′m a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I′m wanted (wanted)
Dead or alive
But I’m a cowboy
I got the night on my side
And I′m wanted (wanted) dead or alive
And I ride (and I ride), dead or alive
I still drive (still drive), dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Writer(s): Jon Bon Jovi, Richard Sambora