I'm standing up,
I'm going to lie down again,
it's too hot to really like it.
One step is enough,
a little sweat from the chin,
pack my sack in ice and stay in there.
The city turns,
screams for wind,
man,
it's flat when you spend time outside.
All women are half naked in the tights,
at least a * I'm excited about.
I have a fever,
lie on my back,
I need weapons for a war against mosquitos.
I hallucinate,
have dry lips and dream of snowflakes and ski hills.
My face is glistening through nests and fights me to the fridge,
get fresh sand.
I don't need a testament,
even the last cent counts,
I'll buy an air-conditioned bed.
My city has a fever, it drips and sticks.
We have heavy limbs, our heads hurt.
We are like an old dog that is still standing.
We have a zock-zock-zabot,
the doctor comes too late.
Big B on the spray,
winter feels good,
summer hurts.
The sun is shining, the garbage can is boiling.
Under the linen is called under the palm.
The air is standing,
the smog is hovering over me.
I'm cancer, it's cooked alive.
My area is a swamp, a shabby hole.
When it rains, connect the blocks.
I go to the post office with machete.
Relatives from Sweden send return packages.
Supplies, cost-cuttings.
I steal my cat's last grits.
My face is glistening through nests and fights me to the fridge,
get fresh sand.
I go to the door, it's very hot.
Maybe I won't be there tomorrow, who knows.
It's great that the city only smells like *.
And I sink to my ass in the asphalt.
Huge crowds of people pilgrimage to Alaska.
The only liquid in the city is my ass water.
Hyenas tear dry people apart.
Spontaneous self-inflammations every day.
You want to know which devil saved you?
I had a big sack and you a heat stroke.
Hydrants explode, pensioners dehydrate.
I scream at the camel, give an order.
And the caravan is looking for a new habitat.
Berlin smells of beached spray.
Young women,
they live like ants,
who kill you for a shower.
The street cats are looking and grilling with the magnifying glass.
My city has fever, it's dripping and sticky.
We have heavy limbs, the head hurts.
We are like an old dog, who is still standing.
We have a swan, the doctor comes too late.
My city has fever,
it's dripping and sticky.
We have heavy limbs,
the head hurts.
We are like an old dog, who is still standing.
We have a swan, the doctor comes too late.