You think,
You, you, you, you think
You think you lead the perfect life
Healthy, wealthy and loved by all
A hundred years till you die
I don’t care about all your wealth
I don’t care about successful ways
And in a world this fucked up
Who’s wants to get old anyway?
No sense in pitying me that ship has sailed
Being an alcoholic is my fate
I know I astray, I like it this way
Can’t stop me, don’t stop me
It’s too late
Being an alcoholic is my fate
Don’t take
Don’t take it for granted
That I’m still here
It’s torture listen to your shit
Your dreams, your hopes and your fears
I don’t care about how you feel
I don’t care about what you think
So now get lost
Or get me a drink
No sense in pitying me that ship has sailed
Being an alcoholic is my fate
I know I astray, I like it this way
Can’t stop me, don’t stop me
It is too late
Being an alcoholic is my fate
No sense in pitying me that ship has sailed
Being an alcoholic is my fate
I know I astray, I like it this way
Can’t stop me, don’t stop me
It’s too late
Being an alcoholic Is my fate
Du denkst du hest dat perfekte Leven
Gesund, riek en Möög bi all –
man 100 Jahr bit dat du starvst!
Ik schiet wat up dien Geld,
Ik schiet wat up ’t hen to kriegen!
Un in en Welt so kött,
well wull daar lang leven?
Spaar dien Mitleden un holl di still.
En Suupkopp wesen is wat ik will.
Ik koom van ‘t Padd of – ik find dat man fein,
holl mi neet, stopp mi neet – laat mi tofree!
En Suupkopp wesen is wat ik will.
Wees man blied – ik sitt hier noch.
Dat is man ‘n Quäleree,
wo du kauelst van dien Drööm un Hoop.
Ik schiet up dat, wat du föhlst,
ik schiet wat up dien Sinn
Holl di still un geet mi een in.
Spaar dien Mitleden un holl di still.
En Suupkopp wesen is wat ik will.
Ik koom van ‘t Padd of – ik find dat man fein,
holl mi neet, stopp mi neet – laat mi tofree!
En Suupkopp wesen is wat ik will