SG 01 Hoechst
The SG 01 Hoechst is a German association football club from the Höchst district of Frankfurt am Main, Hesse.
The club's greatest success has been to qualify for the German Cup on two occasions, in 1975–76 and 1998–99. At league level it has played in the highest league of the state of Hesse, the Hessenliga, on a number of occasions, with a runners-up finish in 1998–99 as its best result.
History
SG Hoechst was formed in 1901. The club first played in Hesse's highest league, then the tier two Landesliga Hessen from 1945 to 1947.
After a lengthy spell in lower amateur football the club was promoted to the Landesliga Hessen-Süd, the fourth tier of league football, in 1970. After a season at this level it moved to the Landesliga Hessen-Mitte in 1971 where it played as a lower table side. The club qualified for the first round of the German Cup in 1975–76 but lost 3–2 to ASV Idar-Oberstein. In 1976–77 SG won its Landesliga division and earned promotion to the Amateurliga Hessen, the highest league in the state.
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by Bayside
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by: BaysideI curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate
But I know, I know I asked for this myself; I’m bound by law to hell
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A dank reject, the devil in a dress--exactly what you seem
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So button up and open wide
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And it’s sick, sick, sick
Humans on their knees, living in a fairytale that’s tearing at the seams
A dank reject, the devil in a dress--exactly what you seem
Sick, Sick, Sick
It’s sick, sick, sick
You made a mess of things
My what a mess you’ve made
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you make me
In your world it’s cold outside
So button up and open wide
I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick
Maybe love is looking for someone to fill up holes
We grow up building lives with holes in all our walls
The walls can fall but here you were with spare bricks to save the day
And we pray it’s not too late
Spare bricks can be dead weight
Sick, Sick, Sick
It’s sick, sick, sick
Sick, Sick, Sick
It’s sick, sick, sick
You made a mess of things
My what a mess you’ve made
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you make me
In your world it’s cold outside
So button up and open wide