I guess I’m born with a condition
That is hardly called an issue
Blessed curse, well, that’s my wager

There’s always something to complain about
The secret is to keep playing it down
And blame the human nature

There’s nothing else that quite compares
When you got no frame of reference

And everyone I know is depressed
And popping pills to make it past
The week, cuz all we know

Every day I wake up and I’m still
Brazilian
And I don’t know where to go
Cause we’re hated by the world

Such natural beauty
Such marvelous place
We shove it up our asses
And then set it ablaze

So drag me to hell!
But not brazil
So drag me to hell, but not
Brazil…

I had a dream that I could finally
make a future of mine
Until I freeze with thoughts that it’s wrong

And then I wake up to the sight
Of nothing else left inside
Besides a case of Stockholm syndrome

And I open up my window
Such a pretty ashen kingdom

We’ll privatize it’s every piece
Our morals tied to highest bids
Until it’s all but gone

As bright old memories breaking down
The past I bet is better now
With sweet rose tinted censure

So come on keep me entertained
or tides will break in brain
And that’s no place I’d dare to venture

As humans are reflections
Of their land, their shame, their actions

I’ll pull the trigger with my feet
And put a bullet through my teeth
As no place can be worse

`Cuz every day I wake up and I’m still
Brazilian
And I don’t know where to go
Cause we’re hated by the world

First I set foot in this place
I knew it would leave all my life in disgrace
And now
Hell is not so
Hell is not so far