Hamburg, 8°, rain, the world stands still with us next to it
As we roll through the streets, almost happy
The neighborhood lays at our feet, tell the rest of the people, we send our greetings, and let them know that everything is all right
Almost everything is all right
Tell the others we are good – tell the idiots we are awesome
Maybe we'll see each other again, but not in this life
Hamburg, 6 o’clock, broke, and and on top of that we're drunk
It always pats us on the back. Whispers "keep it up!"
The last are the best – our bodies want to test us. Want to find out:
"Why – why – why?"
"Why – why – why?"
Tell the others we are good – tell the idiots we are awesome
Maybe we'll see each other again, but not in this life