How do They Want Me?
That's how they want me, tired and bored
some pill in my body and kissing the ass of the state.
with no energy for acting or thinking,
because what I've got ahead is just a life of sweat.
I'm surrounded by idiots and idlers
with their videogames and bourgeois' pastimes
progressive guys and leftish bourgeois
you can find them in the bar, speaking with the fascists. they tell me:
''we were in the same school''
I don't give a fuck, I've got nothing to do with you
that's how they have me, positive and enraged.
A pain in the ass for their dirty state.