Alexander Voigts‘ Blues I am really angry. I always got to defend. The tiefes always follow. Try to make me an end. I‘ ve got my name’s Blues They say that I am paranoid But they don’t understand. The People try to rob me And tell them they are my friend I’ve got my name’s Blues I got to kill you Cause you are just thieves. My own mother Just feeds my disease. I’ve got my name’s Blues. They think they’re for Jesus. And condemn me to divide. But even your Bible Just forces me to hide. I’ve got my name’s Blues. Now I don’t tell you anymore What I am fighting for. I‘ll buy me a dog An vanish in the fog I’ve got my name’s blues.
