Aviador

I left your birthday party with the feeling
That the older you get, the more cowardly
What are you afraid of, darling?
What are you afraid of, man?
Of being cynical, a ventriloquist, and a puppet again?
It's clear you confuse being a gentleman
With the mean and sulky attitude
Of a little lord
What are you afraid of, baby?
Of retiring without benefits
Of being deleted from the phone

Do you fear, aviator
Do you fear, aviator
A-vi-a-tor
Don't be afraid
A-vi-a-tor

The number forty looms in the distance
And the belly rushes forward like a comic revenge
What are you afraid of, sweety?
Of being bitten by the snake
Of being stabbed in the back
And not feeling so bad
Some say you've renewed yourself
And even found inner peace
In conducting audits
That there are no longer ideologies
That only the day-to-day exists
Is it very pragmatic, right?

Do you fear, aviator
Do you fear, aviator
A-vi-a-tor
Don't be afraid
A-vi-a-tor
Do you fear, aviator
Do you fear, aviator
A-vi-a-tor
Don't be afraid
A-vi-a-tor

You hear that countdown (aha)
And your friendship is written in quotes
Now you're really scared
Now you feel it's too late
I'm going to delete you from my phone

What are you afraid of
What are you afraid of
Do you fear
Do you fear
Do you fear, aviator
Do you fear, aviator
A-vi-a-tor don't be afraid