Lyrics
The People, (darling, my dear)
should survive , (darling, my dear)
To its defenders (darling my dear)
to the protest songs (darling, my dear)
And to our Kindness…
The People, (darling, my dear)
should survive , (darling, my dear)
the paradises, (darling, my dear)
our smiles (darling, my dear)
and our charity
and our charity
A pencil and a rule,
a cold catches me,
A flash almost blinds me
a memo that denies
A heavy wind, a drizzle,
in my eyes enters sand
A sound from a record store,
a visit from the IRS.
A desire for “vitrine”,
A girl per corner,
today I’ll catch you girl,
As I sit on the latrine
A naked girl centerfold,
The blind man crosses the street,
Waiter the meat is too raw;
witch mother is yours?
A hate that destroys me,
The blood runs and corrodes;
I wanna be a hero,
What a shitty life my boy…
Damn it, Damn it…Damn it…
Ahhhhh, I will kill you… ahhh… ha ha ha
