Seixas Raul e fim de mes

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Seixas Raul
The Art of Raul Seixas
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 my phone bill
I've already I paid for me to speak and I already paid for me to listen I
already paid for the electricity, the gas and the one-bedroom Kitnete apartment that I bought on installments through Caixa
Federal, wow, wow , au I'm not a dog, no, no
no
I paid it off, I paid it off
The payment for the jacket, my shoes, the shirt
That I bought to spend time with my love At the redeemer, she liked it and
diving And the end of the month comes again
I've already paid for pick-up, my sin
Plus the bill for the rosary I bought for myself to pray
I am also
Son of God
If I don't pray
I won't go to heaven
I was once a panther, I was once a ripi, a beatnick
Have the symbol of peace hanging around my neck
Because I deny that it was the path to salvation
I've been Catholic, Buddhist, Protestant I have books on the
shelf, they all have the explanation
But I couldn't find it , but I looked
So you can see that I looked
I tried to smoke cigarettes Hollywood that television
Tells me that it is the cigarette of success, I am success
At the Esso gas station I fill the cart's tank
In return I drink a cup of coffee courtesy of the head office
There's a tiger on the chassis
At the end of the month, I'm already a customer
I've already paid for my sins in the chapel
br/>Under the light of seven candles that I bought
For my Lord
Do Bonfim watch over me
'I'm finishing the installment of my hole
my place in the cemetery so I don't worry
Good thing, next month
I could die, my bad
I've already consulted and believe me!
In the old talk about the psychiatrist who teaches you
How do you live happily accommodating
And resigned to paying for everything in silence
Being a banker or an employee, without ever getting bored
He just wants to, he only thinks about adapting
In his profession, your duty is to adapt
I've already paid the installment
From the refrigerator
From the stinking butcher's
Who sells me rotten meat
What I have to eat
What to swallow without vomiting
When sometimes I suspect,
Whether it's a cat, a donkey or a mule
That chuck butcher
That I bought for the boss
She doesn't tell me worry
It's the end of the month

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