I'm walkin' alone
At the central park
Then I turn around
Looking at the cars.
My mind isn't clear
I can't skip it now
Everything is job
Everything's stress.
But anyway I'm walking across this coffee shop
Give me an express and then le
ave me alone
Keeping on working without a week of sleep
The telephone never stop that fucking “ring”
The lights are getting on around the park
So do me a favour, dear Mr. Greed
Show me the green-back that move...
...Your thoughts!
Fuck Off!
Hey! You are a fucked up
Hey! You are coming down
Hey! You are getting old
Hey! You aren't so happy.
But anyway I'm walking across this coffee shop
Give me a express and then leave me alone
Keeping on working without a week of sleep
The telephone never stop that fucking “ring”
The lights are getting off around the park
So do me a favour and give me Amphetamines
Show me the green-back that move...
Your thoughts!
Hey! You are a fucked up
Hey! You are coming down
Hey! You are getting old
Hey! You
These are my thoughts fucking dollar man.
