Alright: Shirtless in Hamburg
Sleep two to a bed;
Four to a room
Profits from the countryside
Glad tidings of doom
Too broke to play around
Like the soldiers do
All up and down
The glittering avenue
Anything's better than the future
I can see that from here
Stack the amplifiers high
Turn up the ba**
Spring wild from the wings
With glitter on my young face
It's miserable outside
But in here it's warm
It always feels so stable
At the center of the storm
Snake on my chest for protection—
Why the hell not?