Texty: Turbonegro. Pain In Der Arsch Pocket Full Of Cash.

A cold Sunday night
No hope was left in sight
I was broke without hope
He gave me the eye, I said hi

And now I'm gonna die
Pain in der arsch
Pain in der arsch
Pain in der arsch
Pocket full of cash

I just wanted to live for today
I wanted fun but I couldn't pay
I met an old man, I sold him a fuck
Now I'm so sore, I can hardly walk

And now I'm gonna die
Pain in der arsch
Pain in der arsch
Pain in der arsch
Pocket full of cash

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I took it up the arsch
For a small amount of cash
Now I've stared loosing weight
And I don't feel too great

And now I'm gonna die
Pain in der arsch
Pain in der arsch
Pain in der arsch
Pocket full of cash

Pain in der arsch
Pain in der arsch
Pain in der arsch
Pocket full of cash