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