My dirty laundry in public
Is a Stanley Kubrick script
I don't count the stacks anymore
Everything I do is just to fill
The lifetime God gave me
Rich in worries, scared of the scythe
Dictatorship from the States to Russia
Here, we prefer to watch the world
People rot at the back of a cell
While the Polanskis go skiing
To keep my values far from it
I dream of breaking free like Bren
How many hideouts we've lost
When they dump us near Beelzebub
Often hide nasty trash cans
Don't be surprised if one day I stop answering
I gotta make a pile of cash
Far from the zone, close to the sun
The world's straight-jacket crazy
Yeah, each his life, his feelings
I hope I stay human even if tomorrow
I've got a monarch's power
Are the only strings on my bow
Fost oumti, everybody feels
Every success has a price
Every failure is a lesson
Outside, I don't like noise
Yet I work in sound
I'm nice but my bros are
When you've hit rock bottom
There's as much darkness in our lives
Bro, as there are clouds of smoke
This year I'm exporting, I'm blowing up
I don't feel anything anymore
But music still does something to me
Monsters are out of work
Since men started acting
I've less faith so I invest it
Because this one isn't enough
Because this one isn't enough
Yeah-yeah, I need another life
I gotta make a pile of cash
Far from the zone, close to the sun
The world's straight-jacket crazy