By the river of Aspirin we sat down (1)
In familiar places
Not hearing, not seeing
As if we were air
The film will soon be over
Reality looms
The picture is blurred
And the sound distorted
(REF:)
Because we are all slaves
Even if we have sort of a kind
Opening mouths wife
And waiting for the next pleasure
Yes we are all someone's addiction
That now asks you to feel
To open the mouth wide
And to wait for the next dose
Shop windows are pretty here
Everything is for sale
We are also hung up
With exchange notes
So what do we do with this anger
What about the envy
Everyone wants to be free
But from what, Lord, from what..
(REF)