I believe they have now worked in every conceivable profession.
They have always failed miserably.
Yes, I sometimes wonder if they are deliberately acting so stupid.
And yet they always start something new.
What do they hope to achieve from this?

Hm, hm

Yes, I know, I was an English teacher, ghost hunter
Entertainer, sedan carrier
I was a judo fighter, submarine driver
Air traffic control doctor, chair wholesaler
Receptionist caster, uh, tanker driver
Map painter, fishing consultant, clear
At the military forensic pathologist, Angela Merkel's third lover
Provincial traffic minister of China, dancing-bears-in-the-step tattooer Bitch
Everything went wrong, but that was exactly the plan
So back on the highway with the bike
As a womanizer you need experience, go, experience
Injured children get chocolate sooner

I'm missing a few thumbs, the topic becomes a book
A spear in my lower abdomen, I'm being interviewed
My head carries a tire track, the girl listens to me

If you want to have her, then you need scars
If you want to have her, then you need scars, yeah

I was a board game carpenter, taxi driver
Jet Li's master, tow truck manager
Web designer, wanted poster writer
Pepsi Light seller, dirt animal driver
Extreme athlete, pastoral counselor, AIDS researcher, reporter
Skateboarder, sailor, gay porn star
Computer game tester, school canteen baker, flight machine boss
Wanted war criminal, book chapter writer
Always fired directly or beaten by the bosses
I take it with a smile, because my calculation is correct-
Once she shows interest in me, every wound is a story, so keep eating shards

I'm missing a few thumbs, the topic becomes a book
A spear in my lower abdomen, I'm being interviewed
My head carries a tire track, the girl listens to me

If you want to have her, then you need scars
If you want to have her, then you need scars, yeah

And I'm steering the plane, everyone finds death
You are a stowaway, I am a blind pilot
I'm called "Doctor, I can't feel my legs!"
I say nothing, doctor-patient confidentiality
And again, everyone finds death
You are a stowaway, I am a blind pilot
I'm called "Doctor, I can't feel my legs!"
I say nothing, doctor-patient confidentiality

"You're fired!" Too bad

I'm missing a few thumbs, the topic becomes a book
A spear in my lower abdomen, I'm being interviewed
My head carries a tire track, the girl listens to me

If you want to have her, then you need scars
If you want to have her, then you need scars
If you want to have her, then you need scars
If you want to have her, then you need scars
If you want to have her, then you need scars
If you want to have her, then you need
Yeah, scars

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