É Fim De Mês

It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month, it's the end of the month
It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month!

I've already paid the bill for my phone
I've already paid for talking and I've already paid for listening
I've already paid the electricity, the gas, the apartment
One-bedroom kitnet that I bought in installments
Through the federal bank, woof, woof, woof
I'm not a dog (no, no, no)!
I paid off the installment for the suit, the shoes, the shirt
That I bought to spend Sundays with my love
At the Christ the Redeemer, she liked it (oh!) and dived (oh!)
And the end of the month comes again!

I've already paid the peg-pag, my sin
Plus the rosary bill that I bought to pray Hail Mary
I'm also a child of God
If I don't pray, I won't go to heaven
Heaven, heaven, heaven
I've been a panther, I've been a hippie, beatnik
I had the peace symbol hanging around my neck
Because someone told me it was the path to salvation
I've been Catholic, Buddhist, Protestant
I have books on the shelf, all have an explanation
But I didn't find it! I searched!
Just to show you that I searched
I searched for smoking Hollywood cigarettes
That the television tells me is the cigarette of success
I am success! I am success!
At the Esso gas station, I fill up my little car's tank
I drink in return my little coffee, courtesy of the headquarters
"There's a tiger no chassis"

From the end of the month, from the end of the month
From the end of the month, I'm already a regular customer!
I've already paid for my sin in the chapel
Under the light of seven candles that I bought for my Lord of Bonfim, watch over me!

I'm finishing the installment for my hole, for
My place in the cemetery so I don't worry
About not having where to die
Luckily, next month
I can die, I already have my big tomb, my big tomb!

I consulted and believed in the old talk of the psychiatrist
Who teaches you how to live happily
Accommodated and resigned to pay everything quietly
To be a banker or employee without ever getting upset
He just wants, just thinks about adapting
In the profession, your duty is to adapt
He just wants, just thinks about adapting
In the profession, your duty is to adapt

I've already paid the installment for the refrigerator
From the stinky butcher that sells me rotten meat
That I have to eat
That I have to swallow without vomiting
When sometimes I suspect
If it's cat, donkey, or mule
That chuck of beef I bought for my boss
So she won't bother me

And the end of the month comes again