I'm tired of listening about
Freud, Jung, Engels, Marx
Intellectual intrigues
Circling on bar tables
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
What I want I don't have
And what I don't have I want
I can't have what I want
And I think it makes no sense
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
The jungle drums have already starded to drum
The cocain is not comming,
The cocain is not comming,
The Amazonian connection was cut
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
And you want to get high without money and you think everything is alright
But brain food will never placate anyone's hunger
An involuntary pilgrimage could perhaps be the solution
Self-exile is nothing but having your heart in loneliness
Yeah, yeah, yeah!