Nebenjob [English translation]

When I get up the streets are empty

No time for feeling lonely in my caffeine-drenched heart

Cold light in the stairway promoting eye-cancer

Outside it's as dark as it was yesterday on my way home

I just still had a vague memory of what I dreamed

Something about a plague and a haycart

But I can't hold the image in my mind for long

Because my hands are doing their thing on autopilot

I move a wall of packages over the land

Whether in snow or sandstorm, with a headwind

Which is why I'm sometimes a bit beside myself

I've got a job on top of my side gig (oh yeah)

I've got no life but I'm still alive (oh yeah)

I bring packages to your dream palace (oh yeah)

But don't expect some prince on a white steed

I've got a job on top of my side gig (oh yeah)

I've got no life but I'm still alive (oh yeah)

I bring packages to your dream palace (oh yeah)

But don't expect some prince on a white steed

At this time of day you feel a little like left for dead

The woke-social-justice-warrior Twitter bubble is still asleep

There's an anarchy sticker stuck to the door of the first customer

His politeness act would get four out of ten

Probably the odor of my sweat bothers him

Certainly he sees all the hate in my service-branch smile

He gives me the tip with extra-loud sound effects

Because it helps his anxiety over finding himself in my shoes

Hours pass, I hustle out of my mind

To the next customer and bring him his stupid shirt

Why am I always so egregious?

I've got a job on top of my side gig (oh yeah)

I've got no life but I'm still alive (oh yeah)

I bring packages to your dream palace (oh yeah)

But don't expect some prince on a white steed

I've got a job on top of my side gig (oh yeah)

I've got no life but I'm still alive (oh yeah)

I bring packages to your dream palace (oh yeah)

But don't expect some prince on a white steed