When I get up, the streets are deserted
No time for loneliness in a caffeine-soaked heart
Cold light in the stairwell favors eye cancer
Outside it's as dark as yesterday on the way home

Just now I roughly knew what I had dreamed
Something about the plague and a hay wagon
But I can't hold that image in my thoughts for long
Because my hands automatically do their duty

Move a wall of packages across the country
Whether in snow or sandstorm with headwind
Which is why I'm sometimes off

I have a job besides the side job (oh, yes)
I have no life but I'm still alive (oh, yes)
I bring packages to your fairy tale castle (oh, yes)
But don't expect a prince on a white horse

I have a job besides the side job (oh, yes)
I have no life but I'm still alive (oh, yes)
I bring packages to your fairy tale castle (oh, yes)
But don't expect a prince on a white horse

At this time you feel a bit abandoned
The woke justice warrior Twitter bubble is still sleeping
An anarchy emblem sticks to the door of the first customer
His feigned politeness is a four out of ten

Probably he is bothered by the smell of my body fluids
Surely he sees all the hate in my service smile
He gives the tip with extra loud sound effects
Because it helps him against the fear of being in my skin

Hours pass, I limp senselessly
To the customer and bring him his stupid shirt
Why am I always so outrageous?

I have a job besides the side job (oh, yes)
I have no life but I'm still alive (oh, yes)
I bring packages to your fairy tale castle (oh, yes)
But don't expect a prince on a white horse

I have a job besides the side job (oh, yes)
I have no life but I'm still alive (oh, yes)
I bring packages to your fairy tale castle (oh, yes)
But don't expect a prince on a white horse

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