every day I get up, put my black, plastic securitysuit on, my gasmask leave the cellar and go to work. afraid to be poisoned or trampled by this huge machinery and I think to myself:
what fuck above do I have to thank that I'm here to live in this shit I dont wanna complain about the acid rain cause its nice compared to this poison air. and I wish I could just once see the moon oh one gorgeous show so I take it off, yeah that's feeling good though I'm deeply sick right away...............
its like dancing in the sun having trouble, having fun having anything you wish to come then it suddenly smiles your way and you have an easy day.
what the hell, this must be an antique supermarket what am I doing here, god these people drinking milk!!! but the clothes they wear look rather cool to me. I wear the same, what am I doing here?
excuse me sir, can you help me out? I wanna bake a cake but I dont know how. no I don't, but I'm sure I will so what do we need for your bakery?
its like......(refrain)
every working morning tired, yawn too often I got fired wondered if there is a god searching for a fishingrod with hooks that sting right through our hearts, forcing us onto new starts love and knowledge are the way, try to have an easy day.
Ashe Watson lyrics