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Ooooooooo it doesn't work, ooooooooo, it doesn't work.

It's not easy when you come into this world against your will,
even though they didn't want you either, but it was their whim,
and it's usually too late to erase every trace,
then there's no other choice but to be born and be dear to everyone.
And then the old story begins, a son is born,
just look at what a build he'll be, a real giant,
and how smartly he looks as if he's all about his dad,
you want, you don't want, everyone already has their own clan.

Ooooooooo, it doesn't work, ooooooooo, it doesn't work.

They cuddle you, protect you, and everyone finds you sweet for the first two years,
and then they start to heal all their sick complexes on you,
in school you have to be the best so your parent can brag,
at the very least, as if their intelligence is responsible for it all,
as if they didn't conceive you in a terrible being with ah,
when all that mattered to them was to be at the same time,
and while they cursed loudly and it was a done deal,
they will always ask you to be angelically nice.

Ooooooooo, it doesn't work, ooooooooo, it doesn't work.

And you become a domestic bunny, unaware of it,
and then a desire is born in you, to live your own life,
today you're actually a horror, astonishment, and misery,
did we give birth to you for this, son, to make us feel this now,
we dressed you, fed you, took care of you, educated you, gave you a home,
and now you calmly spit on all of that,
and no one wonders if you're happy, for your suffering and pain,
instead, you're just some fool who won't listen to God.

Ooooooooo, it doesn't work, ooooooooo, it doesn't work,
Ooooooooo, it doesn't work, ooooooooo, it doesn't work!!!!!!!!!