Der Kommissar – Song and Lyrics by After the Fire

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Written by: Andrew Piercy, Robert Ponger, Johann Hoelzel

Duration: 4:08

Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Der Kommissar’ by After the Fire. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of After the Fire or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Zwei, drei, vier, one, two, three, it’s easy to see
But it’s not that I don’t care, so
‘Cause I hear it all the time, but they never let you know
On the TV and the radio (Cha!)
She was young, her heart was pure, but every night is bright she got
She said sugar is sweet, she come a-rappin’ to the beat
Then I knew that she was hot

She was singin’
Don’t turn around, oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh
You’re in his eye and you’ll know why
The more you live, the faster you will die

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

She said, “Babe, you know I miss Jill and Joe
And all my funky friends”
But my street understanding was just enough to know what she really meant
And I got to thinking while she was talking
That I know she told the story
Of those special places that she goes
When she rides with the others in the subway singin’

Don’t turn around, oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh
And if he talks to you and you don’t know why
You say your life is gonna make you die

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

(Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha)
(Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha)

Well, we meet Jill and Joe and brother Herr with the whole cool gang and, oh
They’re rappin’ here, they’re rappin’ there, but she’s climbin’ on the wall
It’s a clear case, Herr Kommissar
‘Cause all the children know
They’re all slidin’ down into the valley
They’re all slipping on the same snow

Hear the children
Don’t turn around, oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh
He’s got the power and you’re so weak
And your frustration will not let you speak
La, la, la, la, la, la

Don’t turn around, oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh
And if he talks to you, then you’ll know why
The more you live, the faster you will die

Don’t turn around, oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh
Don’t turn around, oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh (Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?)
Don’t turn around, oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh
Don’t turn around, oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh
Don’t turn around, oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh
Don’t turn around, oh