Good morning, Juice, this is Peter Fox from Berlin, without Seeed but with K.i.Z. Feature, 40.2 degree, 6 in the morning, it's strange, this song's name is Fieber fever
I get up and back to bed right away, it's too hot to really like it, one step is enough, soon the sweat will be dropping from my chin, get ice for my balls and that's where they remain, the city goes crazy, screams for wind, you'll be exhausted when spending time outside, all the women half nacked with tight strings, at least one f*ck that I love to hallucinate about, have dry lips and dream about snow falkes and ski cottages, my mouth is glistening, I am soked and fight my way to the fridge, get a fresh shirt, need no last will, even the last cent will be spend, I'll buy an air conditioner!
My city has fever, it drips and clings, we have heavy limbs, the head is aching, we're like an old dog barely able to stand, we've gambled it, screwed it up, the doctor comes too late
Fat B. at the Spree, the winter feels good, the summer hurts, sun is too hot, the garbage cans are smoking, "Unter den Linden" is named under palm trees, the air's not moving, over me the smog is hovering, I am cancer, I'll get cooked alive, my sourrounding is like a fen, a shabby hole, when it's raining planks are connecting the blocks, I go to the post office with a weapon, relatives from Sweden send care packets, stores cost too much, I steal the last fishbone from my cat, ..., the west is asleep until this whole contaminated witch's cauldron is burning
I bar my window because it's too light all the time, don't care for 1st of may, I'll burn the cars myself, I'll create a shadowy place for myself and my extended family, that's why I fight for a job in the cole mines, yesterday the kids played in the Spree, I tuck a 50 € bill into the brief for a rain dance, the newspaper says Sylt has disappeared, at least one think I am in favor of
I go outside, it's really hot, maybe I'm not here anymore tomorrow, who knows, it's turning me on that this city smells of sh*t and I sink into asphalt up to my pants, huge crowds are heading for Alaska, the only fluid in the city is the water running down my a**, hyenas kill dry people in the park, spontaneous self ignitions each day
You want to know what got me? I'm excited and you have a heatstroke, fireplugs explode, retirees dehydrate, I get onto a camel, issue a command, the caravan is looking for new space to live in, Berlin stinks of standed Spree-maids (mermaids are called Seejungfrauen in German) Boys live here who would kill you to get a shower, who search for street cats and roast them with a magnifier