Faça, Fuce, Force

Do, Dig, Force
But!
Don't stay in the dumps
Do, Dig, Force
But!
Don't cry at the door...
Do, Dig, Force
Go!
Knock down that door
Trace, Dig, Force
Go!
Because that key is crooked...

-"My ghosts
Are incredible
Fantastic, extraordinary
They dress up as Al Capone
On nights when I'm afraid
Of gangsters
They abuse my
Mystical tendency
Whenever possible
My ghosts turned
My loneliness into addiction
And my solution
Into Status Quo
Oh! My God in Heaven!"

Do, Dig, Force
But!
Don't stay in the dumps
Do, Dig, Force
But!
Don't cry at the door
Do, Dig, Force
Go!
Knock down that door
Trace, Dig, Force
Go!
Because that key is crooked...

-"Happy to know
That I only know, that I don't know
Who knows doesn't speak, doesn't say
Life, something happens
Death, something
Can happen
That honey is sweet
It's something
I refuse to affirm
But that it seems sweet
That I fully affirm"