Mais do Mesmo
Legião Urbana
More of the Same
Hey white boy, what are you doing here?
Climbing the hill to try to have fun
But I already said there's none and you still want more
Why don't you leave me alone?
Why don't you leave me alone?
Of these twenty years, none were made for me
And now you want me to stay the same as you
Really, how will I grow if nothing grows around here?
Who will take care of the sick
When there's a massacre of teenagers?
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
Instead of light, there's gunfire at the end of the tunnel
Always more of the same
Wasn't that what you wanted to hear?
Kind of you to explain with such determination
Exactly what I feel, how I think, and who I am
I really didn't know I thought like that
And now you want
A portrait of the country
But the film was burned
The film was burned
And meanwhile, in the infirmary
All the sick are singing
Popular hits
(And all the Indians were killed)