Put my black plastic security suit on my gasmask
Leave the cellar and go to work
Afraid to be poisoned or trampelled
By this huge machineryAnd I think to myself
What fuck above
Do I have to thank
That I'm here to liveIn this shit I don't
Want to complain about
The acid rain 'cause it's
Nice compared to thisPoison Air
And I wish I could just
Once see the moon
One gorgeous showSo I take it off
Yeah that's feeling good
Though I'm deeply sick
Right awayIt's like dancing in the sun
Having trouble having fun
Having anything you wish to come
Then it finally smiles your wayAnd you have an easy day
It's time to have an easy day
What the hell
This must be an antique supermarketWhat am I doing here
God, these people drinking milk
But the clothes they wear
Look rather cool to meAnd I wear the same
What am I doing here?
Excuse me, Sir, can you help me out?
I want to bake a cake but I don't know howNo, I don't but I'm sure I will
So what do we need
For your bakery?
It's like dancing in the sunHaving trouble having fun
Having anything you wish to come
Then it finally smiles your way
And you have an easy dayIt's time to have an easy day
Songwriters
PETER HORN JR., SEBASTIAN HORN, FLORIAN REINPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group