A.C.Y.M. - Grobschnitt

Rock’n’Roll whips my soul

Wanton cries take me high

Last night I turned the radio on

To get something to turn me on

But I was shocked

I heard those dolled-up guys again

Tellin' me to be a NAVY-fan

My brain got blocked

What do they think how dull I am

To buy their bosh 'bout A.C.Y.M

To waste my time as a NAVY-draftee

Disclaiming my burning yen to be free

Wake up, we are the VILLAGE PEOPLE and our village is on fire

BIG BROTHER with his greed for money is killing our real desire

Rock’n’Roll whips my soul

Wanton cries take me high

The ROCK became a business

The business became a mess

With graft and cheaten play

Computer composed disco-sounds

Make people jump like fools around

Make money-sharpers gay

Their silly hits they sound like marching

And when I see that singing ARMY-guy

I wonder what they try to fight for

And why this trash can make someone high

Wake up, we are the VILLAGE PEOPLE and our village is on fire

BIG BROTHER with his greed for money is killing our real desire

I am tired of this rubbish, let me out of here

I don’t need no life-instructions when I’ll drown in beer

I want to feel music, I want to love people

I want to hear HENDRIX again

I want satisfaction, I need body-action

JIM’s message wasn’t in vain

And when this song is over, you’ll gladly know at last

Some chap from a village rock-group is living in the past

When music was reality and power for a good few

And groups didn’t need no industry to take their life to

YOU…