Stinkpalm

Struck a bargain, got some cheap joy
I am tired
Skilled breadwinner, read newspapers
I am noble

I'm bored with the way I'm expected to fake it
'cause you're not a man till you take off your earrings

They're staring at numbers, you're watching the daybreak
Now draw me a sheep, please, and I'll teach you my game

We losers conceal the hatred we feel
And shake many hands after we stick
ours down our crack (man that's cool)

I'd like to believe our life is worth living
But when the alarm rings I'm still grinding my teeth

Kept under my hat
Locked in my mind
A shameful rejection of the regular grind

Struck a bargain, got a cheap toy
I am choosy
I'm disguising as a gearwheel (what?)
I'm a pale prince



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriele Cossu
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