Enough, I've had enough of the night, the pop music
Inside the iPhone
Blame it on the same twisted strange ideas
Bad company

I hear few people, sometimes I see them
It's always a disappointment
They ask me: "How are you?"
What do I do, I change the subject
A spider bit me
I feel a new vigor in my body
Damn, I'm an idiot
So I smoke all night
Corrupted cigarettes
I wonder if the boss will fire me

Come on, wake up and breathe the city air, but for goodness sake
Maybe, maybe I should

Enough, I've had enough of the night, the pop music
Inside the iPhone
Blame it on the same twisted strange ideas
Bad company
And the answers of the wise knock me down
On TV there's a little tune that will save me
From the truth

I hear few people, sometimes I listen to them
And I write another song
Then they ask me: "What are you doing today?"
I answer: "I don't remember, maybe now I change the temperature of the radiator"
I look for inspiration and smoke a hundred and six cigarettes
Which seem like seven
I wonder if the sun will then melt me
But what bothers me, is that there is neither war nor peace
And the sky, it doesn't change color

Come on, wake up and breathe the city air, but for goodness sake
I really don't know what to do with freedom
Maybe I should, well
Maybe I should

Enough, I've had enough of the night, the pop music
Inside the iPhone
Blame it on the same twisted strange ideas
Bad company
And the answers of the wise knock me down
On TV there's a little tune that will save me
From the truth

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