Staring at the sidewalk, there's a crack in which a flower grows
reminded me of somebody not hangin' around  here anymore
and everything is so pretty/pretty fucked up, obviously
when you call me from the other side to tell me everything is fine
and I will always love even when your eyes are fading
and if they catch you, I will save you, I will get you out

And this, what about this?
is it anything at all, is it a growing cancer in your heart
and this life...I don't have a clue
but when they told you not to worry, didn't it bother you?
well all that's very nice but this is still a song against life

Where do all these people come from,
where do all these words belong?
a never-ending bible, everything they say is our command
and everybody wants the same, everybody here wants nothing,
grow up to be a millionaire is all there is
and this, what about this?
is it anything at all is it a growing cancer in our hearts?
and this life...I don't have a clue
but when they told me not to look back, sure it bothered me as hell
all that's very nice, but this is a song against life

He goes out in the kitchen, he goes there every second
and your plastic father said:
"it's just too boring standing here all day"
and went out for a lover
or a new world to discover
and the watertower threw its shadow over your house
and this, what about this? is it anything at all?
is it a growing cancer in your heart?
and this life...I don't have a clue
but when they told you not to worry, didn't it bother you?
well all that's very nice
but this is a song against life