Always on the road, I am sleepless in Berlin
Weak calves between clouds of nicotine
Like a king without a crown, without power
Only the stamps on the wrists, insignia of night
I need a penguin with overweight,
that breaks the ice for me, because I can't
And I don't feel like smalltalk and bad jokes
Not in the mood, but on the guest list
Where do you consider yourselves in one hundred years?
Still without future and without a plan
We need a hook, that touches everyone immedately
And we need lyrics, everyone understands right away
And we need a song, that works on the radio
With a fanbase, that consumes extensively
We need a corporate identity
A look and the right anatomy
We need a hit, that pays our rent
And where do we find a feature, no one cares about?
Tell me, if there's seat between the seats?
There's enough space, to feel out of place
We swing between flop and top
Between backstage and stage, between athlete's foot and TV shows
Too pretty for indie, to obscene for the mainstream
Always inbetween, yet you can get used to it
It's fine how it is, it shall stay as it is
We don't have to find ourselves, we're always at the bar
No award, yet being nominated a gazillion times
Like half-stiff, never fully erect
And no one can tell you, what happens next
In the charts for once, yet dodging the fair again tomorrow
We need a hook, that touches everyone immedately
And we need lyrics, everyone understands right away
And we need a song, that works on the radio
With a fanbase, that consumes extensively
We need a corporate identity
A look and the right anatomy
We need a hit, that pays our rent
And where do we find a feature, no one cares about?