The fact is, when things are going well, it's always everyone else.
When things aren't going well, it's always everyone else
What haven't they told me
How it rolls, how it works, how it functions, how it works
Oh man ey, I can tell I'm surrounded by professionals
I want to leave because this life is stupid
Take a vacation in the misanthropes
I can't hear you
I'm in my weekend cottage in fuck-you alley
# Where I swing my balls on the porch #
# I'm always right with a view of the lake #
In my weekend cottage in Fickt-Euch-Allee
Here behind all the mountains of
Scorched earth is the bright side of life
Here my grass grows over you
Let your world go to hell, as long as I'm not under it
I won't paint the devil on the wall
I'll let him cook for me, man
You think: Where will it all end?
Complaints to my assistant
I want him to burn them for me
I can't right now
I'm in my weekend cottage in fuck-you alley
Where I swing my balls on the porch
# I'm always right with a view of the lake #
# In my weekend cottage in fuck-you alley #
# I can't hear you
I'm in my weekend cottage on Fuck You Alley
Where I'm on the veranda swinging my eggs
# I'm always right with a view of the lake #
In my weekend cottage on Fuck You Alley
