All started with the joke that said
yours is mine and mine is mine
we didn't understood that it would be
what someday hurted us
were the days, the golden days
and the sun shined without asking
Then we grew and left the neighbourhood
Pato works in a butcher shop
old times of rosegardens
brides of flowers, first cigarrettes
never to school, always life
and the mornings of that sun
We've grown and seen the world in the news
communism became complicated
the yours is mine and mine is mine
has lead us to the indifference
you have excuses, the others have
to sustain you, they're for that
You're the most corrupted bourgeois that exists
and you fool yourself thinking that you're a hippie
you exploit everyone and give nothing
and that's being the worst capitalist
when you have, you play the donkey
you live from above, you disgust me
You laugh at the world and the people
but you want the world to feed you
others give you what you need
and you still believe it's the normal
how useless you are, a fat cat
lookt at yourself, get down from there
You're always playing the artist and the genius
you cultivate your absent and indifferent air
because you love to play the weird
and your fame worries you a lot
you make yourself be cool, you fool
you're a lie and you're worthless.
Pato works in a butcher shop
Pato works in a butcher shop
Pato works in a butcher shop
Pato works in a butcher shop