Music It's Friday the 13th, I'm alone With chips and beer at my place I sleep through the TV, have candy on the table And I like to be here when the world is still in order There's only junk and work spots So don't knock on expensive doors Who could that be? I'm still in Rix No one else cares about me I open the door, the light shines And in front of me is a monkey man Hello Blick, the rapper Who are you? I'm Jack, the ripper Hey Jack, excuse me Your time is up, it's the end of the world For you today is the best info of the century Already? Already No Yes I could if I wanted to, but I have no money I have a rendezvous A rendezvous with the devil He comes from inside You hear me, my time has come For me it's different I still have a lot to do I still have a lot to do Do you feel like you're a pro? Let yourself go Then you can fool yourself I don't say anything I'm a young, successful guy And I don't want to do so much I have more plans than an architect I have a couple of musical projects A pretty woman, two kids or more A house with a boat, a place on the sea I like to discuss, I don't like to be a cheater My ferry in Brünn already leaves for Dax Forget it! What is it? I'm still on the island The order comes from Cannes, but yes, that's true I have to see every wonder of the world Around every country And on the journey through the valley I let go of my hand I still have to meet Vienna Eat with her And I must not forget her aggression I have a rendezvous A rendezvous with the devil He comes from inside You hear me, my time has come For me it looks different I still have a lot to do I still have a lot to do They say their boss is the best But hold on to my neighbor Who is constantly stressed We argue, it escalates He pushes the crisis and explodes Are you soft? What the fuck is this? He loses control and clutches You see, this man has bad cards Then he destroys my right hand I have a rendezvous A rendezvous with the devil He comes from inside You hear me, my time has come For me it looks different I still have a lot to do I still have a lot to do It's like a bad joke My right hand slips out of the house And breaks his neck Before it came Death is dead And if he doesn't come back Then hold the door open