This is getting old and so are you.
  Everything you know and never knew.
  Will run through your fingers just like sand.
  
  Like a snake between two stones it itches in your bones.
  Take a deep breath and swallow your sorrow tomorrow, tomorrow.
  
  It's your last cup of sorrow.
  What can you say? Finish it today.
  It's your last cup of sorrow.
  So think of me and get on your way.
  
  It won't begin until you make it end.
  Until you know the how the where and the when.
  With a new face you might surprise yourself.
  
  It's your last cup of sorrow.
  What can you say? Finish it today.
  It's your last cup of sorrow.
  So think of me
  
  It's your last cup of sorrow.
  What can you say? Finish it today.
  It's your last cup of sorrow.
  So think of me
  
  and get on your way...
  
  (rammstein funkiness starts)
  
  and get on your way...
  and get on your way...
  and get on your way...
  you might surprise yourself
  you might surprise yourself
  and get on your way...
  you might surprise yourself
  and get on your way...
  you might surprise yourself
  you might surprise yourself
  and get on your way...
  and you might surprise yourself
  and you might surprise yourself