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 [bad word] above do I have to thank
that I'm here to live in this [bad word] I don`t [bad word] about the acid rainґcause its [bad word] 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...
Refrain

Its like dancing in the sun
having trouble, having fun
having anything you wish [bad word] then it suddenly smiles your way
and you have an easy day.

What the [bad word]  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 willso what do we need for your bakery?
Its like... (Refrain)

Every working morning tired, yawn too often I got firedwondered if there is a god searching for a fishingrodwith hooks that sting right through our hearts, forcing us onto new startslove and knowledge are the way, try to have an easy day.