1996 Songtext
von Gluecifer

Well, I finally got a place that I can call my own
Got myself a pager and a landline telephone
Got a 12-inch TV and a movie box
A closet full of t-shirts and a pair of socks
Got some money in my pocket and I′m about to go down


That's what your mama said
One more mishap and you′ll end up dead
And now your papa's on the phone
Time to get your shit out of family home

And I'm broke, and you′re broken
But still my life is smoking
And I′m broke, and you're broken
But still my life is smoking, yeah-yeah-yeah

I got myself a dayjob, selling sodas and beers
Pay my rent in cash I got, a mailbox in your stairs