I'm not in the habit of drinking when sober
But even old habits can be sometimes be broken
I don't stain my thought with filthiness,
I'm usually not sleepless when I am asleep

I don't wright about difficult early mornings, because
I have got it all sorted out, and
It's not but an idyll,
Before I'm up on my feet

But every plan can be altered
I'd rather have lived without planning
If only I manage to dust-off the apartment, then
I'll take the walls of libanon

In calm clatter of little bottles
I'll find my fulfilled, my fulfilled hopes and I shall
Roast myself like a little spud and
I will never, and ever sober up again

And every plan can be altered, but
I'd rather have lived without planning
If only I manage to dust-off the apartment, then
I'll take the walls of libanon
I'll take the walls of libanon
I'll take the walls of libanon

As a crude chip in oil I'll coagulate, and
Smoke myself with a spliff till I drop nearly dead, and
With my own soul,my dear'o friend
I will never ever make for anyone a nice'o present

As a crude chip in oil I'll coagulate, and
Smoke myself with a spliff till I drop nearly dead, and
With my own soul,my dear'o friend
I will never ever make for anyone a nice'o present

As a crude chip in oil I'll coagulate, and
Smoke myself with a spliff till I drop nearly dead, and
With my own soul,my dear'o friend
I will never ever make for anyone a nice'o present