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They want me to sing about how great they feel when they get high
But they can't stand me talking about the consequences that kill
They want me to humiliate the girls by singing about sex and pleasures
Seems like they ignore that their mothers and wives are women too

They want me to bring them songs that only have double meanings
And when their kids hear them
And record the content
They'll teach on the streets what they've learned at home
And as they grow up
Rebellious and bold
Parents will ask why their kids are lost

They want me to sell the image of those who spill a lot of blood
But they suffer when someone they love gets killed
They want to stir up trouble to pit me against all the competition
But they don't like it when they get treated with a lot of violence

They want to turn me into the spokesperson for all their cravings
'Cause what they want are idols
To satisfy their eyes
But none of their gods fill them with joy or take away their anger
That's why I don't want titles
Or positions or nicknames
I'd rather stir the conscience of everyone

Where are the people who wanted peace?
Where are the people who wanted love?
Where are those who wanted to hear
A message to ease the pain?
Where's the brave one who wants to accept?
Everything that influences a simple song?
That serves me just as much to build up
As to destroy an entire nation
Let's cry out for those who want to sing
And be role models for the new generation
That when it's time to record
Instead of promoting sodomy
They light up our days
In every production

And it goes: Yeah!

They want me to sing about how fun life is
But not to talk about the many falls
That always leave us with wounds
And many times with no way out
Listen up world
Why don't you sit down to hear something deep?
Use your reason even if just for a few seconds
'Cause even though you walk, you're just a dying man