Every time the postman rings, I get scared
Yes, someday the red letter will arrive at my place
The ghosts of the past won't let me go
I have the feeling, I'm a chess piece
The devil is on the move, he lays me a line
The gates of hell open, he invites me in
I trained with Satan
Spent "A Thousand and One Nights" in a state of intoxication
Don't need anyone to tell me, "Boy, this won't end well"
The end is not good for anyone, or what do you think?
Yes, I'm afraid of losing control
That's why I long for it (to lose control)

I lose a bar fight every night
Looking for some shit and ride into it
Only when I'm lying on the ground, it stops
And for a moment I feel at home
The fear of losing everything again remains forever
There's only one way to control it
Only when I'm lying on the ground, it stops
And for a moment I feel at home
At home

I attack sharks
When I smell their blood, I fall from the sky onto pianos
Stumble and lie 6 feet deep
But climb up from there immediately onto old cranes, like these Russians
Daytime normal, evening philosopher, night psychopath
Morning Aronal, afternoon don't care
Evening depression, then I fall asleep
Afterwards shame, because they tell me what I did
I take a run-up for a lift figure
Land in glass shards and old nameplates of an Epicurus
Staple one on me, drink a shot from a revolver
Laugh out loud and fire

I lose a bar fight every night
Looking for some shit and ride into it
Only when I'm lying on the ground, it stops
And for a moment I feel at home
The fear of losing everything again remains forever
There's only one way to control it
Only when I'm lying on the ground, it stops
And for a moment I feel at home
At home

Home is where you hang yourself
First you learn to walk and then you stumble
I often wanted to make people hit me
Unfortunately, they rarely did, because I was suspicious to them
Look into my eyes, then even the last one will understand
When I turn up, it's not the cops, but the SWAT team
I was told I had the urge to destroy myself
But I'm just shouting around to not hear the others
I drink hazelnut liqueur in the puddle in front of the harbor pub
Everything like before, but today I can afford a taxi
Hey, for me these are not even remotely hard times
I'm not even sad, it's boredom

I lose a bar fight every night
Looking for some shit and ride into it
Only when I'm lying on the ground, it stops
And for a moment I feel at home
The fear of losing everything again remains forever
There's only one way to control it
Only when I'm lying on the ground, it stops
And for a moment I feel at home
At home

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