Mario Neta

I go down the road in my white van
It's a bit old, but it still starts
And I turn up the radio to a high volume

Sometimes I prefer not to listen to what I think
And a guy speaking in complicated language
Says that we just want to be busy
To not see reality, and life as it is
And that we have to end so much stupidity
Everything demands our participation
Brands, social media, or television
Pseudo-activities that tie us down and condemn us
To satisfy others' desires

And the last one left
Turn off the light

La la, la, la la la
And I keep accelerating
La la, la, la la la
But I'm not in a hurry

Working hard, earning money
And buying what I don't know if I need but want
And every morning I always wonder
Why does the alarm clock want to scream at me?
Come on!
Puppet!
It's seven o'clock!
Get up!

I brake
I start
On the radio there's an ad asking me to ask a bank for money
Well, maybe a loan wouldn't hurt
I was just going to the mall to see what I can buy
The commercial break ends and the guy keeps talking
Philosophizing about the evil that is sinking us
We want smoke and they are selling us smoke
And as we are sleeping, they are stealing our souls
Canned happiness for an unhappy world, pure varnish
Everything is consumed quickly and without a second thought
This society is like hair without frizz

If it's new in March
It's old in April!

La la, la, la la la
And I keep accelerating
La la, la, la la la
But I'm not in a hurry
Working hard, earning money
And buying what I don't know if I need but want
And every morning I always wonder
Why does the alarm clock want to scream at me?
Come on!
Puppet!
It's seven o'clock!
Get up!

(The commercial break is over
And we continue
With the beastly sound
Of Cuarteto de Nos)

Is he talking to me? Is this guy talking to me?
Did I not understand? Did I get lost?
Why should I complicate things?
Why should I question myself?
If I'm happy like this
I know silence is sometimes violent
But I'm doubting if it might be necessary
To listen a bit more to what I think
And turn off the radio for a while

(In today's world)
(Production of unproductive goods)
(Training of media Diogenes)
(Control of planned obsolescence)
(And we continue with the chorus)

La la, la, la la la
And I keep accelerating
La la, la, la la la
But I'm not in a hurry
Working hard, earning money
And buying what I don't know if I need but want
And every morning I always wonder
Why does the alarm clock want to scream at me?
Come on!
Puppet!
It's seven o'clock!
Get up!