Trapped in a back alley The worst of all is that this is his life Headaches dissatisfaction Stuck in a sea of mud Problems without solution You loose all your friends There's no one to count with Just more and more enemies More enemies There's nothing or no one No one to claim to Trapped in a back alley The worst of all is that this is his life Disgraceful existence That's how you describe it Maybe it would be better to face it But you don't dare It's better to let the guilty Beyond the comprehension Instead of creating in the present something concrete Using your own hands But philosophy explains everything The important is to wander They feel suffocated, the problem then is easy You can solute it by yourself In the end it's you Who dig your own grave