Bober - Ławka

[Intro]
You ask why's it a bench (why?)
Why exactly a bench? (why?)

[Verse 1]
It'll be a symbol of what would've happened if I didn't replace beer with a mic
Like your human-chestnut
I'm talking about you moron, I know you're still there
You're sitting down and you don't give a fuck, luckily
In my world it's called a disability (get it?)
In fact, my world is little
I live here and no one else
Cans, boxes, bottles, joints
I need to leave it as soon as possible (right now)
Nothing keeps me in here for two years now
And it's getting scary
Because I was supposed to change my life so many times
But I wake up on a fucking bench on another Monday!
A symbolic bench, God, I sleep in bed everyday
They ask me "what's this music that you make, Patrick?
That's new school, right? So it's something to bang your head to for people with severe brain defects"
Yeah, that's what I waste my time on
I resemble that guy in a cart
If it's about pushing forward with life
Even though I have like 300 reasons I sit on my ass, I'm a bankrupt
I successfully dodge the path of income
That's what the bench means to me
Like a punchline from life
Everyone has their own one
If you don't have ambition, you call it stabilization
Then you have a wife that pisses you off
You wanted to be, I don't know, a paratrooper?
Everytime you were about to do something in this direction
You said "time will tell"
It didn't tell shit
You stayed on the bench, don't you get it, ponce?
You're on a therapy with your wife
The only thing left from your dreams
Is jumping out of the window with a backpack (too bad)
If you take this song as coaching
Then you can do everything
With the difference that you can't do anything
Because you're a pussy everyday
And if not the fact that I don't
I would feel sorry (really)
Because it's just my rap
But your reality

[Chorus]

You ask why's it a bench (why?)
You ask why's it a bench (why?)
You ask, you ask, you ask, you ask why's it a bench (why?)
You ask why's it a bench (why?)
You ask why's it a bench (why?)
You ask, you ask, you ask, you ask why's it a bench (why?)

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I think of what would've happened (what?)
If I sat on my ass like you, found love (what?)
What love? I still do my thing
And when I talk about fulfillment you don't even know what it is, slut
I realized that I love no one but myself
I'm my best friend and my biggest enemy
When I have to fix something I talk to myself
And I think I prefer it over a chat with God (oh well)
Cause I'm more talkative
But just as much unresponsive to appeals (yeah)
Today I'm sure that if you stay in a place, you won't pry shit
Maybe it's all jokes?
And the bench in this song is just for laughs?
I won't get to work
Fuck the whole arbeit macht frei* (fuck it)
Maybe my head is a mystery for me?
I don't know what's going on there
Maybe I'll stay on the bench, even though it's not fun
Maybe I'll kill you all in a mask, like Michael Myers
Or maybe I'll stay on the stage to the end of my days
Cause that's where I'm out of the line
I don't know, I know it's a fucked up shit
The worst thing is, it's horribly honest
You know, I write about the things that raise my fear
I don't give a fuck about the applause for my skills (I don't want it)
I don't want to stay on the bench alone, like fucking Adaś Miauczyński** (I don't want to)
I don't care just about money and to get excited about the way it shines
I'll put my bench on the top and in a couple of years you'll get what I meant

*German phrase meaning "Work sets you free"
**Character from the movie "Day of the Wacko"