Die grüne Regenrinne II [English translation]

[Intro: Martin Semmelrogge]

What happened before

"I was drunk as a skunk..."

"How did I get here?..."

[Part: Alligatoah]

The sky thundered its blasting unsparingly

Glowing hot, I wanted a temperature fall

but the sun moved like a tough yellow loading bar

on a cloudless blue screen

Nothing helps, since my case I was a private detective

but I was looking forward the explanation like a vasectomy

I followed the tracks of my nightly party mobile through the streets of Berlin

and found a sight as if a whale had exploded

I speculated that the devastation is understood as satire

On the street there was a track of vomit, true to the motto: the goal is the journey

The track led through shisha cafes and a Vietnamese video store

I saw on my way the love of life about seven to ten times in the regular service

but that's just a triviality, the trail ends at the state museum

From the fear of residual populations, I did a nasal discharge

through a hole in my pant's pocket and with quick hands

I pulled out my sweat-sticky testicle from the inner thighs

Well polished I explored the museum from the inside

Did the painting blink or should I drink less?

Instead of gutters there was only a familiar pair of teeth to be found

on closer look they belonged to my buddy, I let his phone ring

The dial tone fed the hope of a testimony

but in contrast I received the opposite of a friend request

Lisping, with language clarified by incest metaphors, he wished me grasshopper plagues for my abominable deeds

Mmh, I have the listen what is rumored on the streets

I swinged me on the bike, because I had just reinvented the wheel

my contact man stood smoking in front of a harbor pail

But he did not want to open his mouth as if he had toppings on his tongue

Maybe a bagful of money helps the memory

or a fulfillment of a sexual wish

Fun aside, "Have you ever seen this man?"

and I pointed at my own face

He was just stammering the name of a pagan place

where they pray for Heineken barrels like in a holy fair

it is called a bar and he saw me there in lovely lingerie

but now he would be ready to break his silence

then a knife-cut infiltrated his polyester blend

they wanted to eliminate the snitching snitch, or even better me

It would be better if my bike now rolls for a change of location

On the ears of Steppenwolf

[Outro: Martin Semmelrogge]

To be continued

• Artist:Alligatoah
• Album:Schlaftabletten, Rotwein V