One is broken of debt
His lips are split of lies
Badly hooked on intoxicants
And the other one is always on the run
The everyday life doesn't seem to press
It swells like a loan of a friend
Oddly fast the lifelines get curled into a roll, into a quagmire
The ideas have a tendency to fall on their knees
Oddly fast the lifelines get curled into a roll but don't worry
A human has a tendency to fall on his feet
The third one couldn't catch a pair
And if he does the happiness won't last long
It is cut not later than in a week
And the fourth one is imprisoned in his job
His soul is like tamped snow
And even on holidays he's as relaxed as an iron shaft