Talentfrei

Hey, tell me, do you know this band SDP?
Yes, they are absolutely talentless
The concert starts and the first row falls asleep
They jump on every trend
One dumb, one silly, hey, what kind of band is that?
Yes, we are absolutely talentless
Twenty-five years of music, but no one knows us
And how we suck up to the fans again
One dumb, one silly, hey, what kind of band is that?

We behave like two monkeys in a zoo
Big mouths, talking crap, have a screw loose, one hundred percent
Making music for twenty-five years below your level
Why my lyrics are crap, I write them on the toilet
We get rich with shitty music like the Beatles
Fans of other bands get neurodermatitis
You're puking, but your girlfriend loves it
I have no idea how that happened, because

We both don't write songs
They are antidepressants
You're addicted, we're dealers
The level keeps sinking lower

Yes, we are absolutely talentless
The concert starts and the first row falls asleep
They jump on every trend
One dumb, one silly, hey, what kind of band is that?
Yes, we are absolutely talentless
Twenty-five years of music, but no one knows us
And how we suck up to the fans again
One dumb, one silly, hey, what kind of band is that?

If you only knew the power of the dark side
I am your father (Huh)

Twenty-five years, dude, who turned back the clock? (Huh)
The K in SDP stands for quality
This verse was written by ChatGPT
Because we are not a band, we are an AI
Our humor is like a refugee, it crosses borders
We are such a no-go that we cancel ourselves
We never give up, we'd rather die trying
We are like dear God, no one believed in us
But who would have believed that? We are like your tattoos, we never go away
My pronouns are He-Man and T-Rex
We can't do anything, that's why we have a band
Zodiac sign: Talentless

You see us in the mosh pit with the fans
And not on Let's Dance
If you don't know the difference
We're not your band

Yes, we are absolutely talentless
The concert starts and the first row falls asleep
They jump on every trend
One dumb, one silly, hey, what kind of band is that?
Yes, we are absolutely talentless
Twenty-five years of music, but no one knows us
And how we suck up to the fans again
One dumb, one silly, hey, what kind of band is that?

It ain't over, motherfuckers
Put the fuckin' mic on
Ready to rock
Damn, that sounds ill
Who is it?
Live on stage
Show 'em, what we got
When it all goes down, baby, all we got is us