LYRICS:

I’m going through the day, the day sucks my life away, no worry, I’ve had my dose of booze so when I walk I just don’t have to choose, I go direct, I go straight, I buy and understand so easily what has to be understood, freaky news, frightening news, the signs and warnings drive me all the way across the day, it’s all about a brave new world, consuming, and living with the other girls and boys, experiencing social entertaining, inter-whining and complaining about what the signs tell us to complain about:

“Is the climate going to recover ever? Is the fascism going to come back? What are they wanting to tell us?”
“Why do they take decisions for us? Is the climate going to recover ever? Is the vaccine going to work?”

I think it’s good, I’m confused, I don’t know really, but it must be good somehow, because my belly’s half-full, I’m not so hungry, and I’m happy, I don’t complain, I should complain, about what? And… How come anger and frustration are leading us? And… We don’t want a leader, the leaders are all corrupt. Is the climate ever gonna change? I don’t know. What can I do? What shall I do? I’m just a selfish prick, I should better go back to my car and stop and start, safe in the house, question the smart phone, mirror, mirror, switch on the drone, so when the night comes…

I succumb, I return to the womb, obey the order to love from the flat above. “Is the climate going to recover, ever?”

What is happening to my hands and to my other extremities, they’re too far, they’re too far, they’re just moving autonomously, I don’t think I am so much of an autonomous person, it’s all unreal, so when the night comes, I think of the leisure, the job is done, the leisure is not done, I have to do the leisure so I go to the disco, and I dance, I dance to you, I go to meet, I go to meet. Meet is good.

I succumb, I return to the womb, obey the order to love from the flat above. “Is the climate going to recover?”
I succumb, I return to the womb, obey the order to love from the flat above. “Is the climate going to recover, ever?”
I believe I think I think I believe, I think Is the climate ever going to change?

Must be another system, whatever, you name it, you name it, another country, another place, another climate, where I can do the same tasks but using biodegradable masks. Am I right? Am I wrong? Maybe it’s the world just driving us crazy, but this madness is good for us, if it lets me enjoy, enjoy myself being crazy, I love to be crazy and forget about where we could be and what we could do, all the breathing process, and what we could change, get stung, don’t get stung, what we could do, get stung, don’t get stung. Is anything going to change, ever?