singing Wonderwall in the rain
hoisting up our heffeweiss
we stangers made a pact in pain
clouds hide the moon first quarter slice

you could have taken the train
would not have paid the price
before the bridge blame the weather
it must be so cold in Neckar’s ice
can’t warm your bones this Hasenpfeffer
Eiswein took the wheel to the right

wrapped up like maultaschen another runner in the night

Thinking there is a point to find is as pointless as to find life

you didn’t get that they didn’t like you
a used vinyl salesman douche
just get their performance rider
you’ll never know how you were used

this crowd only wanting each other
ways to fill voids in their own hollow lives
singing away memories smothered
tomorrow wake up Schwabian housewives


the pre-chorus naive and so full of trust
I envy you who leave before jaded by lust


into the black forest a boar
looks back over his snout
digs it up in the mud
by the river to the south
a backstage pass on his tusks
mystery of this poem in his mouth

you could have taken the train
you’d not be wrapped in the hearse
it was beutiful to sing in the rain
The Backbeat starts, second verse