Mario Neta

I'm going down the road in my white truck
It's a little old, but it still runs
And I turn up the radio to a loud volume

Sometimes I prefer not to listen to what I think
And a guy speaking in complicated language
He says we just want to be busy
To not see reality, and life as it is
And we must put an end to so much stupidity
Everything demands our participation
Brands, networks or television
Pseudoactivities that bind and condemn us
To satisfy other people's wills

And the last one left
turn off the light

La la, la, la la la
And I keep accelerating
La la, la, la la la
But I'm in no hurry

Working hard, earning the money
And buy what I don't know if I need but I want
And every morning I always wonder
Why does the alarm clock want to yell at me?
Go ahead!
Puppet!
It's seven!
Get up!

Brake
I start
There is an advertisement on the radio that asks me to ask a bank for money
And well, maybe a loan wouldn't hurt
I was just going to the mall to see what I can buy
The round ended and the guy keeps talking and
He philosophizes about the evil that is sinking us
We are wanting smoke and smoke they are selling us
And as we are sleeping, our soul is being stolen
Canned happiness for an unhappy world, pure varnish
Everything is consumed quickly and without encore
This society is like hair without frizz

If in March it is new
It's old in April

La la, la, la la la
And I keep accelerating
La la, la, la la la
But I'm in no hurry
Working hard, earning the money
And buy what I don't know if I need but I want
And every morning I always wonder
Why does the alarm clock want to yell at me?
Go ahead!
Puppet!
It's seven!
Get up!

(We're running out of time
And we continue
With the beastly sound
From the quartet of us)

I talk to myself? Is this guy talking to me?
Could it be that I didn't understand? Could it be that I got lost?
Why am I going to complicate myself?
Why am I going to question myself?
If I'm happy like this
I know that silence is sometimes violent
But I'm wondering if it won't be necessary
Listen a little more to what I think
And turn off the radio for a while

(On this day)
(Production of unproductive goods)
(Training of media diogenes)
(Planned obsolescence control)
(And we continue with the chorus)

La la, la, la la la
And I keep accelerating
La la, la, la la la
But I'm in no hurry
Working hard, earning the money
And buy what I don't know if I need but I want
And every morning I always wonder
Why does the alarm clock want to yell at me?
Go ahead!
Puppet!
It's seven!
Get up!