Originally written in Kreuzlingen (Switzerland) in 1998, this song received major revisions until this final version from 2014. The original idea has been preserved, however: An individual, who has been marooned in an unfair world, gets deformed and dehumanized but eventually rebels against it, even at the risk of acting in vain.   

I was a presbyter, broke the holy host
Adored a younger sinner but then I lost my flock
I loved you after dusk and left you before dawn
Then you found out that someone else is a better son

I fought for old Charlemagne, we slew the Saxon hordes
Today his prize is granted for unifying Europe
I followed old Zapata down to Morelos’ sands
Later the labour unions didn’t stick to their plans

I was in trouble all I needed was some luck
Well I reached for gold but all I got was muck

I ran for president, hoped for a better day
I tried to change the world, but then I fell from grace
Was like a holy man, some might have said a saint
Came as a man of peace, but it was just a feint

I was in a struggle with my hands steeped in blood
Well I reached for gold but all I got was mud

Sometimes it seems to me that life’s just a stream
Flowing endlessly on a white movie screen
Once I dreamt that angels came and carried me away
But I was framed again waking up on the very next day

His Grecian tragedy, Nietzsche made me read
Two gods fighting also inside me
Wagner’s music drama made a lot of sense
Later it was played in concentration camps

Was in a muddle too much covering up
Well I reached for gold but all I got was muck
I was in trouble all I needed was some luck
Well I reached for gold but all I got was muck

Born in a town of ruins below the ashes tree
Corpses all around decaying without a sheet
I tried to cross the mountains, to swim the seven seas
If you don’t know my story no judgement please on me

Too many years I was burning down the road
Searching for a place I could call my home
And in the darkest hour a voice from very far
Told me there’s more than this, that there’s more than muck

I was in trouble all I needed was some luck
Well I reached for gold but all I got was muck
I was in a struggle with my hands steeped in blood
Well I reached for gold

I reached for gold and I only found muck
I reached for gold and I only found muck
Only muck
Only