The Smell Of Vacation

The smell of vacation or rather disinfection
Of the resort canteen.
My spleen hurts when I see old fat white People
Dressed in grey, pissed by themselves
A pain that pulls and strings runs through my shoulder
And its feelers stretch to my fingertips.
Skin stripped. I'm tired at work, shutting in myself,
Four wins, ship sinks, lost twins, loose pimps.
Butterfly.

Am I spoiled or what's going on?
Am I spoiled or what's going on and on and on and on?

I'm pissed off by people who call,
Yell at me for being too modern and just hang up
I'm pissed that I can't voice my opinion.
I'm pissed that my friends gone when I needed them the most.
I'm pissed off by money and capitalism.
About white men abusing their power
And white men showing me how to be a real man.
I'm pissed off with all my inner problems
That I can't seem to solve.
I'm pissed off by my colleagues who think they are better.
What can I do about the fact that society makes me feel lesser?
I'm pissed off by leaking bottles, carrying packages,
People who laugh, pay jobs and pitch presentations.
Am I spoiled or what's going on?

Am I spoiled or what's going on?
Am I spoiled or what's going on and on and on and on?

We own too much and we have too much
Cause we feel too little and we see too much
We want to keep all possibility's free
We don't want the temptation, but the whole damn tree
We don't want to commit ourselves
But we want the whole independence
Fuck what's going on?

Am I spoiled or what's going on?
Am I spoiled or what's going on and on and on and on?



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Bauer
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