Lyric

Sitting here inside this bar

With my friends, we talk too hard

All with degrees, no jobs in sight

They say “Go north, chase your light.”

But I don’t wanna run away

Like my grandpa did one day, damn

Cardboard suitcase (Hey!)

Like forty years ago (Bastards!)

Cardboard suitcase (Shit!)

The story starts again

Cardboard suitcase (Fuck!)

I gotta leave this place

Cardboard suitcase —

Fuck this broken race!

Zero chances, land left dead

Politicians full of bread

“Go to school,” they say with lies

But they just rob us blind, no surprise

System rotten, south ignored

Damn this life I can’t afford

Cardboard suitcase (Hey!)

Like forty years ago (Bastards!)

Cardboard suitcase (Shit!)

The story starts again

Cardboard suitcase (Fuck!)

I gotta leave this place

Cardboard suitcase —

Fuck this broken race!

Grandpa always said to me

“Son, don’t end up like me.”

But now look where we stand

Same shit, same cursed land

Fuck the ones who made this mess

Fuck this system’s emptiness

One way ticket, Germany

Or somewhere far, can’t you see?

Family cries but I must go

Diploma’s trash, I know

Degree means nothing here

They stole my future, damn, it’s clear

Cardboard suitcase (Hey!)

Like forty years ago (Bastards!)

Cardboard suitcase (Shit!)

The story starts again

Cardboard suitcase (Fuck!)

I gotta leave this place

Cardboard suitcase —

Fuck this broken race!