Everyone just wants my autogram or my money
Why nobody wants to talk with me about the sonets of Karel Hynek Macha
I realy wouldn't mind that
Discusing Macha
But you want an autogram, or a cell phone selfie
And if I don't give it to you, I'm a stupid asshole
I want some poetry, just some understanding,
But here where I live, you just can't find it
What's my life good for, all this petty garbage
My Don Quijot heart, suffers considerably
Everyone wants my money or my photo
Why nobody wants to discus what horse caravan to buy
I'd want to run through the summer dusk
Inflate all four wheels
Harness the horse, and disapeaer into the distance
In south direction
Where they eat bananas and drink Coca Cola
I want some poetry, just some understanding,
But here where I live, you just can't find it
What's my life good for, all this petty garbage
My Don Quijot heart, suffers considerably
They all actually want very little from me
Just so it runs, just so it plays, just so it works
But I'm no Santa Claus
I'm no pond shop agent
Here's a buck for your soup
And here's a couple bucks into your collection box
For all those orphanages, and for Africa,
For the starving, and for excecutions of politicians
For NATO dissolvement, but in exchange
I want some poetry, just some understanding
But here where I live, you just can't find it
What's my life good for, all this petty garbage
My Don Quijota heart, suffers considerably
Suffers considerably