Am Liebsten Wär' Ich Tot
Ulrich Roski
I'd Rather Be Dead
Where are my days?
Where have they gone?
That's the question
Where is the end?
Where are my weeks?
Where have they gone?
Everything is broken
Where is the end?
The ties are torn
The gaps are too deep
All hope is worn out
Everything goes wrong in life
My cognac tastes like soap
My pudding tastes like iodine
And my pig starts to whistle
And I'd rather be dead
Where is my month?
Where has it gone?
It seems my hamster is shining
Where is the end?
Where is my shotgun?
Where, yes where is the lead?
I'm deep, deep in trouble
And I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
