When the tower clock warns at ten in the evening
Thirst holds me with an iron hand
When the music draws me to the inn
I tell my wife it's getting late today
This is where I am at home, this is where I am a man
This is where guys meet, this is where I write to
The pockets are empty, but the beer has been ordered
Thirst is worse than homesickness, which costs the World? On rocking shoes through life
What could be nicer?
A wrong word at a late hour
It's making its rounds faster and faster
My collar is bursting, tempers are getting heated
/>Blood from the nose, the shirt slashed
Outside, my name is yellow in the snow
Where are the pants, it hardly hurts anymore
Back in the inn, the bell strikes four
I spent all my money on whiskey and beer

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