os mutantes
panis et circensis (inglês)
I'd like to sing The music lighted with the heat of the sun I drew the flags high on the slip of the wind I sent the lions to my neighbours' backyard But all the people having dinner inside Are very busy with their food 'Til they die I told the man To make of stainless steel a very sharp sword To kill my girlfriend on the heart and I did At five o'clock at that central liebe stop But all the people having dinner inside Are very busy with their food 'Til they die I told the man To sew the seeds of dream in my bedroom floor The leaves will know their way to reach out the sun And their roots keep just going down, going down But all the people having dinner inside That same old people having dinner inside But all the people having dinner inside That same old people having dinner inside Are very busy with their food 'Til they die