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Simple Guy
02:10
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I'm lazy and I'm okay with that
I'm kinda chubby but far away from fat
I'm laid back - nothing wrong with that
You got ambitions, I never gave a shit
I never cared for a big career
All I need is friends and a can of beer
I traded my BMW
For a V8 junker and a rose tattoo
'Cause
I am a simple guy
I love the simple things in life
I am a simple man
Hedonism is my game
I know you think I could do better but
I honestly don't see why
Because I am a simple guy
I don't do sports and yet I still feel good
You got a tough job I got morning wood
For every problem you got a fucking pill
I get my fix from Netflix and chill
'Cause
I am a simple guy
I love the simple things in life
I am a simple man
Hedonism is my game
I know you think I could do better but
I honestly don't see why
Because I am a simple guy
Life is easy when your girlfriend sucks
And even better giving zero fucks
About the headache from being drunk tonight
Or if the grass is greener on the other sid
Except if that shit's home grown
Then sharing is caring, you know
Light one up, call it a day
Let the sorrows fade away
I know you think I shouldn't do drugs
But I honestly don't see why
Because I am a simple
I am a simple
I am a simple guy
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My Best Friend's Wife
02:26
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I met her down at the Racoon Bar when she still had her maiden name
I was shy and she was shining like a beacon in the rain
I met her eyes across the bar and those eyes said 'Take me home'
But my heart said 'You're a coward and you're better off alone'
I never knew what I wanted
From my life
I never knew what I wanted
But my best friend's wife
I did ten shots to calm my nerves and numb that traitor in my chest
Getting drunk and feeling sorry - the two things that I do best
I got up, tried not to stumble, saw my best friend hold her tight
Left the bar in a blur and with tears in my eyes
I never knew what I wanted
From my life
I never knew what I wanted
But my best friend's wife
I bought a ticket at the airport, one way ticket, no good bye
Met my best friend up in first class, now I'm his best man on Hawaii
I never knew what I wanted
From my life
I never knew what I wanted
But the sister of my best friend's wife
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The Hill
02:55
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I saw you standing on the hill
In the roaring storm perfectly still
A tear was running down your face
A last salute to better days
I had never seen you like this before
But I knew what you were waiting for
He was your first, he was your last
His ship had left the harbor fast
I saw you running down the hill
But he won't come back and never will
The sea's his maid, he had to go
The sea's his maid in weal and woe
The sea's his maid he won't come back to you
But can't you see I love you, too?
I saw them standing on the hill
In the pouring rain perfectly still
I saw the grief in every face
I heard the mourns and elegies
I had never seen you like this before
Your desperate heart couldn't wait no more
You gave in to the sea at last
Embraced it's waves so cold and vast
I saw your tombstone on the hill
I never told you but I love you still
The sea's his maid, he had to go
The sea's his maid in weal and woe
The sea's his maid he won't come back to you
But can't you see I love you, too?
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Candidate For Suicide
02:00
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I'm a candidate for suicide
I knew that all my life
I never was the marriage type
A house, two kids, a wife
I'm a candidate for suicide
From the day when I was born
My sister turned into a rose
I turned into a thorn
I'm a candidate for suicide
King of trash without a crown
I'm one of the kids your mother hates
From the very wrong part of town
I'm a candidate for suicide
Drugged, depressed, dead drunk
No one ever gave a shit about this
Dirty rotten skunk
I'm a candidate for suicide
Broken kid from a broken home
I can't recall a single day
Where I didn't feel alone
I'm a candidate for suicide
Can't recall a sober day
Can't recall each broken heart I
Wasted on my way
But as you can see
I'm still here
Singing this song
Drinking my beer
I guess, I'm not more of a candidate
Than everyone I know
'Cause all the small things that I do
Are killing me
But they're killing me pretty slow
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Mike Misfit Aachen, Germany
Born and raised in the most western town of Germany. Needed an adjustment to playing in famously loud and infamously fameless punk bands.
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