back to Accuser discographyAccuser'1989Who Dominates Who?Release by: Atom H Records
 | The length can be different in the booklet, in the player and on the different disks. | | 1. Master of Disaster | (07:47) | | 2. Who Pulls the Wire | (04:16) | | 3. Elected to Suffer | (06:39) | | 4. Symbol of Hate | (05:34) | | 5. Who Dominates Who | (05:14) | | 6. Bastard | (06:09) | | 7. Called to the Bench | (08:22) | | Bonus(es): | | 8. Bastard | (06:09) | | 9. Technical Excess | (08:00) |
| | | Master of Disaster | | Having Breakfast at the Pool
Another Boring day
What's the Matter with the World
Crying just for Peace
Taking care of business, war for sale
Rebellion is his fad
Nowhere in this fucking world crisis looming
Ghaddy don't fell asleep
Calling all around the world
Some fascist friends
Wake up boys my new supply
A Challenge for attack
For your protector or self-satisfaction
Try Chemical Defence
And if you wanna practise I deliver factories
Made in Germany
Ref:
Master of disaster
Countdown for showdown
Master of disaster, you set the world on fire
Master of disaster, the world wants you to retire
High Financial Underground
Dreg of Society
Selling toys for a Game of War
Licensed to Kill
To Celebrate Military overturns
Includes Corrupted Minds
Heading to the Final Deal, It's the Joker's Turn
Protection from the Rear
Repeat Refrain
Having Breakfast at the Pool
Another Boring day
What's the Matter with the World
Crying just for Peace
Taking care of business, war for sale
Rebellion is his fad
Nowhere in this fucking world crisis looming
Ghaddy You're Awake
1st solo: Frank
2nd solo: Rene | | | | | | Who Pulls the Wire | | Doesn't matter where you are
No Border stops the plague
Doesn't Matter who you are
It's a Social Disease
Connections all around the world
To handle shady deals
Sector of Economy
A Big increase of Tred
Ref:
Who pulls the wire?
Stirs up your desire
First it is a Case of Courage
The pushers charity
At last a case of Suicide
Price of curiosity
Holiday in Saint Tropez
Pretty Girls suck his dick
Don Crack the Superstar
Of the Drug-Mafia
Ref:
You pull the wire
Stir up my desire
Cut the wire - slays your brain
Cut the wire - the stranglehold
Cut the wire - breaks your spine
Cut the wire - dealers come
It's up to you to show confidence
Otherwise you are lost
To Resist temptation
Needs strength in mind
Ref:
Who pulls the wire?
Stirs up your desire
1st Solo: Rene
2nd Solo: Frank | | | | | | Elected to Suffer | | Ref:
Elected to suffer!
Elected to suffer!
Any trouble about your health
No problem at all
Sick at Heart, liverish
Or on your lost Legs
Gettin' the spare parts carried in stock
All Necessary means
For your damage body only the best
No defective rejects
Ref:
Elected to suffer!
Elected to die!
Think about it, might be you
The next donor in line
Who's captured by an Ambulance
But in fact It's a Hearse
Carrying off to the Shambles
Slaughterer's knife
To scrap your body to the last
Just sparing the Human Wrap
Ref:
Elected to suffer!
Elected to die!
Suffer - elected to die
Suffer - to save another life
Suffer - your heart is already sold
Suffer - but why is it me?
Stands to reason Money rules
This corrupted world
Longing for eternal life, Supports the Whole bang shoot
We are to face reality
Death is a Part of Life
Synthetic prolongation of human fate
Reflections of sick brains
Ref:
Elected to suffer!
Elected to die!
1st Solo: Rene
2nd Solo: Frank
3rd Solo: Rene
4th Solo: Frank | | | | | | Symbol of Hate | | Of Germany, Not Far Away, Behind the Prison Wall
On your way to West-Berlin you cross the G.D.R.
The country of equality, as well as black and White
No one wants to leave this paradise, Must be Heaven on Earth
But I never saw an Angel with a machine gun in a watchtower
Ref:
Hey you people behind the wall,
Just hear me call
Blow up the symbol of hate
It's your fate, so don't wait
To blow up the symbol of hate
Mr. Honecker Hear me call,
I'm knocking on your Heavens Wall...
Repeat Refrain
Have you ever heard about people in the east, of Germany, not far away,
Behind the Prison Wall
Just be quite, don't talk too loud, S.T.A.S.I. is watching you
The Human rights, far out of reach, but it's worth to fight it out
I'm sure there must be something wrong with your socialistic dream
'Cause no one is allowed to Wake up, the Nightmare never ends
Repeat Refrain
1st Solo: Rene
2nd Solo: Frank | | | | | | Who Dominates Who | | We are dancing on the edge of time
Do you realise what's coming up
Switch on your terminal, experimental error appears
Programmed constructed world, It's "Technical Excess"
High Tech, Name of the game used to play
High Tech, Name of the shame no way out just pray
Further development scientific immensity
No limit lost control what's wrong or right
Ref:
Who dominates who?
Who dominates you?
Robots spit an image of you and me
Robots of equal value to humanity
Mankinds reflected image heading to eternal life
Perfection guaranteed created to survive
Repeat Refrain
Are you sure you're born by love
Can you be sure your blood is red
Who do you think is your lord and master
If not you stop the wheels of disaster
I'm your brother, your Siamese twin
Taking possession of your heart and soul
I'm sure I'm born by love
No doubt about it my blood is red
I'm sure to be my own lord and master
I swear to destroy the wheels of destroy the wheels of disaster
Too late the fight is done throw up the game
Guilty who's to blame, who's responsible
You didn't realise you've digged your own grave
Creator of the servants you are the Slave
Repeat Refrain
1st solo: Rene
2nd solo: Frank | | | | | | Bastard | | Arousing my attention
A little bit of fluff
Under your spell
I'm hooked on you
You, image of Goddess
I'm nutty on your sex
What a Skirt!
Raising my obsession
Under her command
Hell-bent for love
You suck my brain
I'm addicted to your body
Don't stop my Nasty Urge
She's Hot Stuff!
Ref: Bastard, You Bastard - Damned child of a Bitch
Bastard, You Bastard - You knocked me out at once
Keen on satisfaction
You make the best of me
Strip me to skin
Smashed up by You
Dressed by Yves Saint Laurent
Rings from Tiffany
Hard Stuff!
Ref: Bastard, You Bastard - Damned child of a Bitch
Bastard, You Bastard - Get off, you waste my time
Captured by your radiating power
Good looking devil in disguise
Baby I'm sure you stick at nothing
But I won't kick the bucket, you bet!
Baby, now I've got your number
It's time for you to cut and Run
Devil, Devil in Disguise
A Man of Reputation
Now sucking my thumb
Come off your pearch
Perfidious rat
You bring me into Derision
With your Slanderous Tongue
Fuck off!
Ref:
Bastard, You Bastard - Damned child of a Bitch
Bastard, You Bastard - You knocked me out at once
Bastard, You Bastard - Damned child of a Bitch
Bastard, You Bastard - Get off, you waste my time | | | | | | Called to the Bench | | Glory to the Judge
Glory but not too much
Honour to the man of confidence
Honour to the lord of ignorance
Ref:
You are called
To the bench
You deicide
God bless you all
You're the law untouchable
As god's your judge or not
You're the law invincible
The Conviction guilty or not
Repeat Refrain
Blinded dogmatic rule
Blinded dogmatic fool
Inconspicuous covered by the law machinery
Simulate the sense of justice beyond legality
Liar show your face
Liar the worlds disgrace
What in hell do you think you are
You live and let die
Out of your seat get in the dock
We want you to cry
We'll be known as a leader 1935
He was the terminator command of violence
No more pricks of conscience covered by the law
Built up the reign of terror millions bit the dust
Repeat Refrain
Glory to the Judge
Glory but not too much
You're the law invincible
The conviction guilty or not
Honour to the Man of confidence
Honour to the lord of Ignorance
1st solo: Frank
2nd solo: Rene | | | | | | Bastard | | Arousing my attention
A little bit of fluff
Under your spell
I'm hooked on you
You, image of Goddess
I'm nutty on your sex
What a Skirt!
Raising my obsession
Under her command
Hell-bent for love
You suck my brain
I'm addicted to your body
Don't stop my Nasty Urge
She's Hot Stuff!
Ref: Bastard, You Bastard - Damned child of a Bitch
Bastard, You Bastard - You knocked me out at once
Keen on satisfaction
You make the best of me
Strip me to skin
Smashed up by You
Dressed by Yves Saint Laurent
Rings from Tiffany
Hard Stuff!
Ref: Bastard, You Bastard - Damned child of a Bitch
Bastard, You Bastard - Get off, you waste my time
Captured by your radiating power
Good looking devil in disguise
Baby I'm sure you stick at nothing
But I won't kick the bucket, you bet!
Baby, now I've got your number
It's time for you to cut and Run
Devil, Devil in Disguise
A Man of Reputation
Now sucking my thumb
Come off your pearch
Perfidious rat
You bring me into Derision
With your Slanderous Tongue
Fuck off!
Ref:
Bastard, You Bastard - Damned child of a Bitch
Bastard, You Bastard - You knocked me out at once
Bastard, You Bastard - Damned child of a Bitch
Bastard, You Bastard - Get off, you waste my time | | | | | | Technical Excess | | Dancing on the edge of time
Don't realize what's coming up
'Til our days the human race -
Was under cover
Out of reach out of approach -
Devine
The human substance - goodnesslike
- Under shelter
Attacked by high technology
Genious authority - attack your
Personality
Existence out of microchips - no error
Censorchip without a risk - great
Sacrifice identity - gone for ever
To control democracy - high tech
Technical excess - infernal fate
Technical excess - elaborate
No mental reflex control - eliminated
Heart and soul
Conversation digital - indicator -
Exchangeable community
Monitors for observation - dictators
Cancel high tech celebration -
Quiet right
Technical excess - internale fate
Technical excess - elaborate
Here is your command for the
Next few days
Everything you gotta do
Monitors keep watching and lead
You through
The jungle of your life
We don't want to be part of your
Inconsiderate, constructed world
No more synthetic, dogmatic rules
Layed down by electric fools
No decision left, no compromise
You are the underdog
Accept you're a number in this game
No break out, no escape
We don't want to be victims of
Your computerized dictated law
No more admiration for high tech
We are heading for the human rack
Solo: Frank
Solo: Rene
Solo: Frank
Solo: Rene
Freddy and Henry - Willy and Charles
This ballad s dedicated to all of you
Freddy the frontman is posing on stage
Dressed in false leather shaking his legs
Henry thecarwash is cruising at night
The seizing of pistons he worries about
Freddy - where re your groupies gone?
Your stage act s just too long!
Henry - slick black Cadillac
Don't forget the oil check! | | | Lineup: Eberhard Weyel - bass guitar, vocal, back-vocal Frank Thoms - guitar Rene Schutz (Mutze) - guitar Volker Borchert - drums
Guests: Arno Wagner - back-vocal Rudiger Woll - back-vocal | | | |
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