As Portas

It's a party, New Year's Eve, weekend
It's a party, New Year's Eve, weekend
And let the good times roll
And let the good times roll

Yeah, but my struggle, folks
Isn't against the harm
What good does this bring to my people?
Oh, who are still oppressed and abandoned
I grew up and no one told me
That I'd be living door to door

And you wanna know what else?
You wanna know what else?
That's what I'm talking about
That's what I'm talking about

And the nation is doing well, numerically well
We keep blocking the sun
With a sieve
To calm things down
And we knock him down at the bar
And still take the guy's cash

Your woman left you
You don't remember why
I don't see that charm anymore
Sober time never passes
Poor man
Looking for a little light
Every man has a right to everything
Isn't that true?
Yeah, but keep mine here ahead
'Cause I'm here until you come back
Until you come back!
And will He come back?

All the doors close except the bar door
And is that what they announced?
With happy people dancing in the summer
Me, in the summer, with my shirt hanging on my shoulder
And you?

I didn't even see it pass
Either way, it would have been the same
I know
It's easier to ignore
One day I was just walking

And I walked so much that I made it to the beach
I saw the people, the surf, and the waves
And everything seemed so calm
That I cried like a child
But where is mine?
And from that day on, he never got lost again