I dreamed about a song that would come from the heart
Some will probably say I’m the retard who goes lalalala
But it frees me from the pain and the fear
I just want a tune that breaks human frontiers
Please don’t judge your friend no more
Nor kiss your enemies just like that
Stop acting like an ignorant
To the righteous I’d give a lalalala

Lala
Lalalala
Lala

Wicked souvenirs
Pinch me it’s exquisite
Like ecstatic kisses from industrial meals along with
Pesticides weeds and creams for the creed
For those who rehearse
In a world where Bieber is the biggest

For those who can’t stand the neat girls
The geeks, the hipsters
The ones looking for spiritual love into their purse
Living with the conscience some are dying in Africa
To the righteous I’d give a lalalala

Lala
Lalalala
Lala
Lalalala

Pretty pretty dolly
Is she what I see
Would you be looking at this
With just a little more fat on the hips
I can’t stand your peeks
You think I’m part of this
World of superficial pricks
Dicks I’m outta here

Lala
Lalalala
Lalalala
Lala
Lalalala

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