There's vomit on his sweater already: mom's spaghetti.
He's nervous but on the surface he looks calm and ready
to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
what he wrote down. The whole crowd goes so loud.
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
There's vomit on his sweater already: mom's spaghetti.
He's nervous but on the surface he looks calm and ready
to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
what he wrote down. The whole crowd goes so loud.
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
(Es hat buchstäblich niemand gefragt...)
(Es hat buchstäblich niemand gefragt...)