Слова:
Die Goldenen Zitronen

Переклад: Золотий Лимон. У день, коли помер Томас Андерс.

See I've been here for thirty-some years Lookin' at myself in the same dirty mirror So it ain't like I don't comprehend Open that bottle, swallow that

This is for all those tricks and hoes, from the five star rooms down to skid roe. Whether you answer phones or dance on poles, big money escort, or broke

[Verse 1] Woke up to that familiar feelin', starin' at a unfamiliar ceilin' Still got ya jeans on but you're topless, headache and the stomach feels

These warehouse wages Kill the ends introduction man I should have schooled it up When I was younger should have stuck to plan Always had the dreams

He knew he wasn't perfect But he always did his best to get under the surface Not a saint, not a serpent He just wanted everyone to be impressed with

You love the people that love you. You hear the music they move to. You give your ode to the fall through. But you don't know you don't know you don't

A city full of people and my favorite is that waitress And she treats me like some type of common vagrant I see her everyday, but there's nothing to say

He wanted to make a difference be understood right? Wanted to go the distance wanted to live that good life Put some work on that wood jumped and took