He Lost His Job in a Soom Soom (Explicit)

He worked each day with passion and drive

On time, with a fire he kept alive

There wasn't a task that he wouldn't face

From the morning light to the evening's grace

He started one summer in that old place

With furniture, new and old, all over the space

A difficult job, a real back-breaking test

Putting their teamwork and strength to the test

His mates Luca, Rasuli, and Samir by his side

A solid italian and two arab guys

The rest were all Germans who'd look the other way

They had nothing to say, nothing to say

If you're autistic, neurodivergent, or foreign-born

In Germany, you'll be tired and torn

By supremacist fools, it's a pathetic disgrace

Who think they're the master race

I curse their name, I curse their face

Soom, soom, da-da soom, soom

The owner, a hypocrite, a cruel, cruel queen

With a plastic smile, so false and so mean

She'd smile to your face, then stab you in the back

Her husband her clone, both cold and so black

She'd call a meeting every six months or so

To fire good people and watch them go

She didn't need a reason, she didn't need one bit

She'd end a whole life and never think of it

If you're autistic, neurodivergent, or foreign-born

In Germany, you'll be tired and torn

By supremacist fools, it's a pathetic disgrace

who think they're the master race

I curse their name, I curse their face

Soom, soom, da-da soom, soom

He wasn't so sure he should have come this far from home

At least there, he'd never be hungry or alone

So why did he start this whole Odyssey?

Just to be treated so terribly?

When he got the cold news, his composure was lost

He asked for a reason, no matter the cost

He got empty excuses and denials instead

A real explanation? Nothing was said

Germany's sinking, it's falling behind

Its economy's failing, it's losing its mind

The foreigners, the neurodivergent, could be the cure

For this economic sickness, for sure

With their talent and strength, they could make it endure

If you're autistic, neurodivergent, or foreign-born

In Germany, you'll be tired and torn

By supremacist fools, it's a pathetic disgrace

Who think they're the master race

I curse their name, I curse their face