There's a land

There’s a land where bread is like religion

and beer is like bread.

Where they write poems to the trees

and the courts are full of lawsuits

because the neighbour’s tree is growing 

to the wrong side of the fence.

Where women are heavy and men soft

where dogs are welcome and children not.

There’s a land where these dogs have to pay taxes

and can go to restaurants.

Where they build walls against the noise

and still complain it’s too loud.

Where every vehicle has a separate lane 

and you can lose your driver’s license 

walking on the wrong side of the sidewalk.

There’s a land where a King prohibitted potatoes,

so the folk would want to eat it and wouldn’t starve.

Where the longest word can always get longer and 

they got a word for everything.

Where there was communism and democracy at 

the same time in the same town

and real freedom you only feel driving

a car on a Autobahn.

There's a land where the press was invented

and the atomic bomb

and the car 

and the MPP3 

and coffee filters 

and so many other things 

like the word "Schadenfreude".

Where cars are better treated than wifes

and the first sentence of the constitution talks about dignity.

There’s a land 

I don’t always understand,

but I call it home.