Komasong

Early in the morning at twelve I wake up from a coma
- From a coma -
Immediately the question arises, what will I drink next
- Drink -
Absolute emptiness, my hands are shaking
Because all supplies are completely gone and so am I
- So am I -
Yes, so am I
- So am I -
Then I take the cash out of my pocket
With a compass to the store, and grab a new bottle and then I drink it up
- Up -
Yes, then I drink it up
- Up -
Already on my way home I notice one bottle is not enough
- Not enough -
One twenty-four on platform three, here comes the disgust
180-degree turn, my liver is struggling
Can't wait any longer, need to quickly head to the store, oh
- Oh -
Oh
- Oh -
I have no money, my pockets are empty
Where can I quickly get a pick-me-up?
Otherwise it's all over
- Over -
Otherwise it's all over
- Over -
Probation officer Krause, he's buying a chocolate bar
- Bar -
He invites me for a diet soda, that old bastard
Shows no mercy
- Mercy -
We drink from cans, then he drops a big blue cloth
besides his pants, I'll grab that piece of luck now
- Piece of luck -
Man, what luck
- What luck -
Probation officer Krause, my boy, we thank you and cluelessly go home, I'll buy myself 10 beers and then drink them up
- Up -
Yes, then I drink them up
- Up -
And then empty them out, empty them out ...