Herbert Gronemeyer alkohol

We turned night into day again
I have breakfast at eight in the evening
Thoughts flow like chewing gum
My head is heavy as lead, I'm shaking Knees
Gripped oaths in the red-blue light
Forty percent balance
Gray cells in a soft explosion
Sunrise and sunset vision
What's going on here, what happened
I was just massaging my nerves
Alcohol is your paramedic in an emergency
Alcohol is your parachute and your lifeboat
Alcohol is the tightrope you're standing on
Alcohol alcohol Alcohol
The posh scene dreams of cocaine
And the school toilet smells like grass
The pharmacist takes Valium and Speed
And when it gets dark, they reach for the glass< br/>What's going on here, what happened
I was just massaging my nerves
Alcohol is your paramedic in an emergency
Alcohol is your parachute and your lifeboat
>Alcohol is the tightrope you stand on
Alcohol is the ship you go down with
Alcohol is your medic in an emergency
Alcohol is your parachute and your lifeboat
Alcohol is the dressing for your lettuce
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol