Schieb es auf die Brote [English translation]

Don't blame it on the sunshine

And also not on the moonlight

Don't blame it on the freetime

it's not its fault

Don't blame it on the red wine

and definitely not on the drugs

Don't blame it on the TV

No, but blame it on the bread

Your chick smells like aftershave,

but unfortunately not like yours

your car and your bank account are clearly too small

Your wife and your neighbor are leading you by the nose*

your daughter smokes weed and is getting expelled soon

yes, you wonder, why recently

your beloved daughter only writes sixes**

she leaves you home with the dirty work

and instead of horse posters, she now wants a mic

too late, she jumps around and yells:

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

Yes, you are a loser, even your brother-in-law says so

Even taxi drivers know and hate your drivel

You have a brother and a big problem

He sleeps on your couch and doesn't want to leave anymore

Your mother throws the pornos in the wastebasket

What is hell for me is everyday life for you

It suits you

Blame it on the bread

Don't blame it on the sunshine

And also not on the moonlight

Don't blame it on the freetime

it's not its fault

Don't blame it on the red wine

and definitely not on the drugs

Don't blame it on the TV

No, but

blame it on the bread

Count me with the breads, the crazy idiot*

Boy, I've forbidden you to promote this shit

The three pipes as colorful as bell pepper***

Firefighters, Police, catch the Chaos!

*The band name is "Fettes Brot (Excellent Bread/hash)". References to "bread" in this song refer to the band, not ciabatta loaves.

**In Germany, grades are assigned as numbers. A "6" is roughly equivalent to an "F" letter grade. A.k.a failing.

***Paprikaschoten is a dish, made with bell pepper. I'm assuming this is referring to the color varieties of bell pepper. Not for certain.

• Artist:Fettes Brot
• Album:Strom und Drang (2008)