Songtext von The Man Without

Drunk as a lord, It cost an enormous amount Be happy in these days Your self don't drop it If you like, i'll drop you off He dropped into the hole That's a dud The soul dropped out the pocket A dumb anger The clouds dulled the feeling's light The money earns a good friends It's false, there's no earthly use in that What's eating you? He felt himself getting sickly Don't hide your feelings from me Money was his god We spent on way towards hell I like to do a favour, I want to win your favour, He's a nice guy!