Mein innerer Schweinehund [English translation]

he has a chocolate collar

but no leash

he has a rather thick skin

& short legs

he never goes walkies, he sleeps where he eats

he has no regard for anything that is tiring

the sun laughs at him from it's throat

he grows rapidly with every pound

my inner swinehound

in front of every good intention he puts an

iron guard

he only wags his tail

for the weak willed

he snarls, barks & bites, protects his territory

his place on the sofa, the chips & the beer

& he's never been at a loss for words

he is at any rate fit as a fiddle

don't give him hard work, perspiration & such rubbish

• Artist:Annett Louisan
• Album:Das optimale Leben