LYRICS GAME

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!

And I keep accelerating

But I'm not in a hurry

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!'

I brake, I start

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!

And I keep accelerating

But I'm not in a hurry

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!'

'The break's over

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'

And I keep accelerating

But I'm not in a hurry

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!'