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?