I'm on the highway in my white pickup
It's a bit old, but it still starts
And I crank the radio up to a loud volume
Sometimes I prefer not to hear what I think
And some guy talking in complicated language
Says that we just want to stay busy
To not see reality and life just as it is
And that we have to end so much stupidity
Everything demands our participation
Brands, networks or television
Pseudo-activities that bind and condemn us
To satisfy other people's wishes
And the last one left, turn off the light!
Working hard, earning the money
And buying what I'm not sure I need but I want
And every morning I always ask myself
Why the alarm clock wants to scream at me
'Come on, Mario Neta, it's seven, get up!'
On the radio there's an ad that asks me to ask a bank for money
And well, maybe a loan wouldn't hurt
I was just headed to the mall to see what I can buy
The break ended and the guy keeps talking
And he goes philosophizing about the evil that's sinking us
We're craving smoke, and smoke is what they're selling us
And since we're sleeping, they're stealing our soul
Canned happiness for an unhappy world
Pure varnish, everything is consumed fast and without fizz
This society is like hair without frizz
If it's new in March, it's old in April!
Working hard, earning the money
And buying what I'm not sure I need but I want
And every morning I always ask myself
Why the alarm clock wants to scream at me
'Come on, Mario Neta, it's seven, get up!'
And we continue with the beastly sound of Cuarteto de Nos'
Is he talking to me? Is this guy talking to me?
Could it be that I didn't understand? Could it be that I got lost? And?
What am I gonna complicate myself for?
Why would I question myself, if I'm happy like this?
I know that silence is sometimes violent
But I'm wondering if it might be necessary
To listen a bit more to what I think
And turn the radio off for a while
'Today, production of goods and productive ones
Training for media Diogenes
Planned obsolescence control, and we keep the show going'
Working hard, earning the money
And buying what I'm not sure I need but I want
And every morning I always ask myself
Why the alarm clock wants to scream at me
'Come on, Mario Neta, it's seven, get up!'