However, this is not the way to do things
Said the merchant to the bread man
Tomorrow will be a holiday in this stupid town
But not for us who are working
/>The bread man pretended nothing happened
He went away calmly
He had, many, many, many things to do
Then he couldn't do anything about it, nothing
/>Spring persists in the morning
From my kitchen I see the round world
Always different, always every morning
Since the day before, since the day before
With a bitter taste in my mouth that sucks
Who knows what it was, what I drank
I get out of bed and think of my poor
Liver, liver, pulped liver
Liver, liver , pulped liver
My mother says you have to go to the doctor
To have him looked at, to have you examined
You have a disgusting face
Look how you are reduced
I think so that ends badly
I look into her eyes, with a strange smile
I don't even see her but maybe she really is right
But outside there is the village festival
And I go to go for a ride, I didn't even say it
That my mother is already running after me with the new dress
The escape is quick, I put on the shoes that are already on the street
What a beautiful day, I don't pay attention to the people who look shocked
By now I'm used to it, I'm vaccinated, I'm checked
It's even thought around now
It's clear that I'm drug addict
The party always has the usual flavour
The taste of bells, it's not bad either
There are those who go to mass and there are those he's thinking about smoking
As an aperitif before eating
Fini just got up recently, and he's not awake yet
He's not awake yet
And he's so pissed off
He can't even speak
The evening that arrives
It's never different from the night before
The people who drown in the only hall, the disco
It takes something to keep afloat above this shit
Above this shit
And I don't care if tomorrow I have to wake up again
With that taste in mouth
Taste in the mouth, taste in the mouth

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