Lounging on the front seat of the buss
A hundred and ten kilometers to write
Through an insect cemetery
Thinking about something to grasp onto in this world
Some say these songs aren't born in a liquor store queue
Some say you have too big shoes on you're trying to fill
Fuck it, I'll just write whatever I see
I realized that my only lord is life
If it has nothing to say, I'm speechless
Let me think, get wild and be a bit out of it
Let me think, get wild and be a bit out of it
I see words before me, and I stand behind them
So let me think, get wild and be a bit out of it
I'm thinking why the stupid are so sure
And why the smart have weight on their toes
I'm thinking about those chicks in their mini skirts
The hussies clinging to the deep pockets
I'm thinking if I'll pour everything
going on in my head into one song
Or split one man into five records
I'm thinking about those who have the need
to become bigger than anyone else
And I'm thinking about those who always fail
refrain
My laptop still shows eight percent
The navigator hollers "You have arrived"
A hundred and ten kilometers more behind me
refrain
And I'm thinking why "eco" is just "ego" to so many
And just wait for the genuine eco action
Not gonna be afraid of my last breath
I know that just waiting for it is gonna make you sick
So let me watch this world go crazy
I'm sipping wine and having some manchego
And building my own nest in my head
And when you come knocking remember to shout "Hello!"