Someone awakes
And gets up
And goes there
Then comes back
Day by day and complains:
It’s all what you call a real drag,
My life, the world
A major drag
Another takes off
And gets there
Anytime, looks around
Turns around and he sees
Oh God, that is just such a real drag,
Everything such a major drag
Then the moment – when he found himself
Point of no return – well, thank God
Not alone – not any more
I guess that can happen, too
Happen, too
Days, they come and years, they go and
Habit, desolation, and look
At us once again, it’s all such a real drag
Our lives, the world
A real jaded God, who asks what it’s for
“Oh baby, enough; I’m so up to here
So, here, take the music, the art, and the film
So, here, take the sex and the gambling
I just don’t care if we ever got there – now it gets interesting
Is this sickness incurable?
So, here, take that – sunset on sunset
So, here, take that – wine and carousing
I just don’t care if you ever get there
As long as long as you don’t hurt a hair on your head”
[For Anitschka]