I was an indie rock boy
I read the indie boy magazine and became the voice in my own head

My eighteenth birthday's only three days away, well
Sascha had a beer, I guess I will stay
Bells and the river, the blue it is killing the black
"Is that eight or eighteen", the sun said spraying a tag
While a lack of enthusiasm stays in my head
Dust on my fingers, now I can stop stealing that bread
But all the dust that I wiped from my own fuckin head was more like
Spreading cold butter on a lukewarm bread
No sense of death, I sleep in that foreigner's bed, but
It keeps me up, all the shit that she said
So I kept staying in that bed and I kept stealing that bread
Ben and Jerry's, nice-cream, I said to her that I paid
So I came back from the break, was just one hour late, no I was
Not eating lunch, I was fucking my mate
You were so angry, guess I wanted you to be
Oh yeah, a dick in my heart, man - that's all that I need

Umbrella in black, I don't know where that's at
Umbrella in black, open and protect

I had tight, colored jeans and some broken dreams in the back of my head
I still hear nothing, because I feel so fucking blind and I love it

Ten euros, first sonic youth, condition good plus, your price
How do I feel pride, shave, or teach me to fight, am I right?
Do I actually want that to be, that there is more in here than sexes, come on
Please make me see, that there's nothing wrong with the world
Besides of everyone else
People need money, I hope I'm keeping up the good sales
Don't let them steal from you, yeah go on steal from them
I'm afraid to say "what?" a fucker says friend
And they say you're so cheap, but all the shit that you spend
What no one understands, was worth me not paying my rent
I am not thankful, but love you, you are my man
This record is not broken, it's just playing again

Umbrella in black, I don't know where I'm at
Umbrella in black, yeah open and protect

Bury lips in lips, go for the spot
Tongue twister, eraser, this line it is not
26 now and guess that will be much older soon
But man a boy don't need to eat with a silver balloon
Stereotypes and lies and a need to provide that
Fake appetite for their husband or bride
Well in a song I'd say I love you, man love is no price
Time goes by, these fucking records turned to fries
So I guess that's good bye, on a lack of time I rely though
With this last line I'm holding back my appetite for your bite

Umbrella in black, I still don't know where it's at
Umbrella in black, yeah open and protect