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 machinery

And I think to myself
What fuck above
Do I have to thank
That I'm here to live

In this shit I don't
Want to complain about
The acid rain 'cause it's
Nice compared to this

Poison Air
And I wish I could just
Once see the moon
One gorgeous show

So I take it off
Yeah that's feeling good
Though I'm deeply sick
Right away

It's like dancing in the sun
Having trouble having fun
Having anything you wish to come
Then it finally smiles your way

And you have an easy day
It's time to have an easy day
What the hell
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

And 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 how

No, I don't but I'm sure I will
So what do we need
For your bakery?
It's like dancing in the sun

Having trouble having fun
Having anything you wish to come
Then it finally smiles your way
And you have an easy day

It's time to have an easy day

Writer : HORN JR., PETER HORN, SEBASTIAN REIN, FLORIAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group