There's one who sows, who practices
There's one who leaves and never arrives
Who stimulates, who's pathetic
There's one who sleeps and wakes up in a box
There's one who pleases, curls up
Who's on the edge, who you meet, what do you do? Who counts the trouble?
They can do more
Call Jesus
Make purpose of nothing
Pay more
But they don't know that.. they don't know it, they'll never have you
That they'll never have you (x4)
There's one who imagines, who's statistical, who talks to you without a voice by now
Who flies up high there, eats the soul
Who sells more that he has
There's one who vomits, who tones up
There's one who ''counts the years he has.. and the ones he doesn't have''
But... they can do more
Call more
Pretend everything
Pay Jesus
But they don't know that... they don't know it, they'll never have you
That they'll never have you (x6)
That they'll never have you.. they'll never have you.. they'll never have you...
That they'll never have you (x8)