SUPER MODERN SLAVES

don’t gimme that bullshit I’ll never be the blooming genius, the super humyn that you believe. sorry mummy to be stupid I don’t wanna make you sick but I never found nothing better to gig.you are shit-scared (your eyes leave theirs sockets )when you realize that you know how to fuck do nothing, you wonder why you might not quite succeed ( $45 and a few more beers for free) but I don’t care , the more I think the more I’m aware that the life fades you stuck in back, your life is at stake, is it worth while? do you remenber of those times (what a joke) where we tried to play louder than people doesn’t give a shit about.they were so full of sadness (worse than the John Travolta dancing school ) anyway they don’t never change their thoughts about you.(mutual opinion) it gets so confused in the life, in the heads.they’re following the daily grind, the fashion (50 millions of super modern slaves) but we don’t mind working and we realize that the world is nothing like as fucking perfect.