Nave P.V.C.

The universe holds no mysteries for him
He knows it inside out
The sun, the moon, the planets, the stars
He’s visited them in his PVC ship

The dimensions of his ship are geometric
And the chemical world he starts to explore
Between hallucinations and psychoelectric shocks
On crazy trips that he calls pleasure

Anywhere under the light of a sad bulb
With a rag, he soaks his future
Those who watch him shout, "Poor crazy guy!"
And he, well-traveled, just laughs it off

In his ship with his monkey as the pilot
He flies to Venus and zooms back in a flash
He speaks Martian, slowly losing his mind
'Cause his neurons don’t give a damn about a crumb

His chemical world traded in the laws
He got taken away for a trip to lock him up
He doesn’t care that people shout at him
That he’s trash from a morally bankrupt term

The universe holds no mysteries for him
He flies in his brain-structured ship
Out of sync from highs and lows
In some boat, his neurons will be left behind

A galaxy of fears in his mind
Makes him escape from his sad reality
He rolls in his PVC ship like a madman
Soaking his monkey and off he goes to travel again

One day he said to me: "Dude, I feel so alone
Come on, help me out, I need to talk
I got kicked out of my place for being a bum
Maybe you can help me, I want to turn my life around"

Later, sitting under the light of a sad bulb
He pulled out a joint and started to trip
He spoke to me in Martian, told me a bit of everything
Filled his tank and off he went to travel again