Easy Day

every day I get up, put my black, plastic securitysuit on, my gasmask leave the

cellar and go to work.

afraid to be poisoned or trampled by this huge machinery and I think to myself:

what fuck above do I have to thank

that I'm here to live in this shit I don't

wanna complain about the acid rain

'cause its nice compared to this poison air.

and I wish I could just once see the moon

oh one gorgeous show

so I take it off, yeah that's feeling good

though I'm deeply sick right away...............

it's like dancing in the sun

having trouble, having fun

having anything you wish to come

then it suddenly smiles your way

and you have an easy day.

what the hell, this must be an antique supermarket

what am I doing here, god these people drinking milk!!!

but the clothes they wear look rather cool to me.

I wear the same, what am I doing here?

excuse me sir, can you help me out?

I wanna bake a cake but I don't know how.

no I don't, but I'm sure I will

so what do we need for your bakery?

it's like......(refrain)

every working morning tired, yawn too often I got fired

wondered if there is a god searching for a fishingrod

with hooks that sting right through our hearts, forcing us onto new starts

love and knowledge are the way, try to have an easy day.