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From milk to malt drink
from drink to God
from God to drunken madness
from madness to scream
I can't stand the rush
I can't stand malt on the palate
in everything moderation
except on Saturday too much
from the cradle to the school desk
from the desk to the workshop
lousy salary from the workshop
lousy salary of course
I don't want to fight
and I can't stand to agree
the days pass when I write poems
what I want
people want a reality TV
own nest and a small family
people want a reality TV
at the end of the day a relationship
and here I sit
someone Leena sings
a great atmosphere
voice and torment
I don't dare to sing
but I miss home too
who brought us here
and who Leena wants
Tavits want reality TV
their own nest and a small family
Tavits want reality TV
at the end of the day a relationship
Tavits want reality TV
own home and a small family
a spacious car and a cottage by the beach
a tan and a small PC
Tavisets want reality TV
Tavisets want reality TV
we want reality TV
some people want reality TV
their own home and a small family
some people want reality TV
a relationship at the end of the day
people want reality TV
their own home and a small family
a spacious car and a cottage on the beach
a tan and a small PC
really
really reality TV :n
really reality TV