Mondomanila, or: How I Fixed My Hair After a Rather Long Journey Page #3
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nobody will shed a tear for you
even if you manage to escape
the demons will know where to find you.
The madness in your mind
can no longer be forgotten
without knowing it,
you're digging a grave
for the one who stares at you
when you look into the mirror.
Droga
what does this madness mean
can you still escape
when you're trapped in misery
Droga
what does this madness mean
can you still escape
when you're trapped in misery
I live a hard life
I've seen it all and
i'm stuck in the middle
I'm a man who has nothing left to lose
Death's lurking around the corner every day
every day I hope the pain will end
never knowing when death will take me away
I don't want my life to end this way
look to the right, look to the left
i'll be there
how did it get this far
and how can I get out
Droga
what does this madness mean
can you still escape
when you're trapped in misery
Droga
what does this madness mean
can you still escape
when you're trapped in misery
Droga
what does this madness mean
Take a sip.
Fountain of youth.
Elixir of life
magic potion...
That cures all.
From cholera to heartbreak,
From pimples to cancer,
From bad breath to leprose.
Made only from the
purest, finest minerals.
Straight from the sewers of Mondomanila.
Alkaline, sh*t, piss, cum,
puke, tears, sweat, blood...
Mondomanila's holy drinkwater.
all cure, anti-pure.
No proven scientific function.
Drink moderately.
That's how it is in the slums.
We fight and f*** each other
like raving dogs.
They think we're ambitionless.
That we don't have any plans.
Irresponsible, junkies.
Scrougers, losers...
Freaks, perverts,
a**holes, scumbags...
Evil gossipers,
Shameless thieves.
Worthless.
Devils.
But we're happy.
Even if we're starving.
Even if we're poor.
Even if they don't know we exist, in this
congested, filthy, stinking piece of earth.
We have many problems.
But we ignore them.
You don't make any plans when
your first priority is to get a meal.
We can't count on anyone.
Only ourselves!
We don't have to expect anything
from anyone.
Our f***ing government doesn't give a sh*t
if we slaughter each other.
Everyone's just looking for a way
to get rich.
Politicians love us.
They give us rice and sardines,
as if we can't buy them ourselves.
Old worn out clothes,
for our slender bodies.
Broken toys for the little brats.
And canned food that's passed it's date,
for our empty stomachs.
And also an enormous pile of promises,
that never get realised.
Promises.
A**hole.
Some day I'll be fed up,
and personally drag you to prison.
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