Mauerpark

Strolling down Mauerpark

Trying to get a grip 'til it's dark

All those people, their laughter and yackety-yak

Can't help but giving rude remarks

What can I do?

Walking back along the walls

How did I even get here at all

The whole world is a dream and it's not what it seems

Yet still I hear these voices talk

What can I do

I could cut everybody's tongue

Try some sleeping under the sun

Or start talking and laughing along

Would that be amusing

The feeling's up of being lost

Of moral being not worth a toss

The whole world is a sin and there's nothing to win

Though people act as if there was

What can I do

I could speak up, pretend that I'm known

Yell rude instructions over the phone

Make all those squares feel uneasy at home

Would that be amusing