- 1st verse -
Growing up in a town that is always sleeping,
in a town where, apart from all the people, nothing works (nothing works)
We spent a lot of time with
imagining what it would be like to be famous.
Sleeping in on Monday
Buying a house for grandma
Women fainting
And we drink ourselves into a coma.
But free-alcohol at parties doesn't make any sense
If you need it to get people drinking at parties.
- 1. Bridge -
Somehow I thought I would like this
Somehow I imagined this to be different
Somehow we don't fit into this world
And we sleep alone, without groupies in the hotel
2. Verse -
Everything's great, everything yeah
Everything's full and still empty
I'd go home
If I wasn't so drunk'
Back alone, New Year's Eve with me
A little frustrating perhaps
But still better than here
- 2. Bridge -
Somehow I thought I would like this
>Somehow I imagined things to be different here
Somehow we don't fit into this world
I have to get out of here, but quickly
It's getting light outside
- 1. Chorus -
This home is your home
This house is not a home, but
It's still better than being with you
The fucking apartment is cold
And anyway much too small, but
Still better than being with you
- 3rd verse -
Yes, as far as I'm concerned, then the music is called Deephouse
But for that Nobody's dancing here, it's pretty loud
I don't understand a single word of what you're saying to me
I smile at you and just hope it wasn't a question
/>I'm waiting in front of a locked door
The toilets are all occupied
Don't feel like arguing
People on coke are always right
The red carpet is dirty
Full of people Vomit and beer
The guys in the mirror are ugly
But still us
- 2. Bridge -
Somehow I thought I would like this
/>Somehow I imagined things to be different
Somehow we don't fit into this world
I have to get out of here, but quickly
It's getting light outside
- 2 . Chorus -
This home is your home
This house is not a home, but
It's still better than being with you
The damn apartment is cold
And way too small anyway, but
Still better than being with you
That's it, arguments all my life
The fridge is empty except for two cans of Sprite
I'm often lonely and often alone, but
Still better than being stupid
-3. Chorus -
This home is your home
This house is not a home, but
It's still better than being with you
The fucking apartment is cold
And Way too small anyway, but
Still better than being with you
That's it, all my life arguments
The fridge is empty except for two cans of Sprite
I'm often lonely and often alone, but
Still better than being with you