too dumb for Zurich, too ugly for Basel

I was young and alive,

feeling drunk on a drive

I thought I could do what I want

But alas

When the money comes knocking

And studies won‘t pay

You‘re stuck in the back

of your class

To everyone who sold me weed

In urgency, those times of need

I thank you for your services

A purchase made, oh, perfect days

I blame myself for all the bags

The paper filters, smoke in drags

and what it was I tried to find

I’ll hide under my rags

A bad boy like me

With none a God to judge him

For the things I stole, and lies I told

Has only brought me guilt

Too dumb for Zurich

To ugly for Basel

Too poor to leave the valleys

Even rich folk can‘t afford

I kill the things I love the most

One moment at a time

Asleep

and when I wake up

nothing will have mattered

to the world