Anxiety Songtext
von 1919

Anxiety, anxiety
Blood cells and craving dolphins
This drudgery, this drudgery
Five meals in forty hours
Anxiety, anxiety
Dare we to call it suffering?
It′s vanity, it's vanity
But you′ve heard that one before

Settle down, you said, no one likes a pariah
But take forty-eight hours and don't you be a martyr
Don't you be a martyr


Opportunity, opportunity
Digging holes or working lunches
Wage slavery, wage slavery
Nobody owes you nothing
Productivity, productivity
Self-hosted medication
What do you wanna be? What do you wanna be?
They call this life or something

Settle down, you said, no one likes a pariah
But take forty-eight hours and don′t you be a martyr
Don′t you be a martyr

Seven pounds of flesh and what's left?
Seven pounds of flesh and what′s left?
Seven pounds of flesh and
Seven pounds of flesh and
Seven pounds of flesh and
Seven pounds of flesh and

Don't you be a martyr
Don′t you be a martyr
Seven pounds of flesh and blood, don't you be a martyr
Seven pounds of flesh and blood, don′t you be a martyr
Seven pounds of flesh and blood, seven pounds of flesh and blood
Seven pounds of flesh and blood, don't you be a martyr