FREAKS COM
FOME, MEU
AMIGO*
Mister América
Vai passando
Pelas tuas escolas
que não
ensinam
Mister América
Vai passando pelas mentes que não consegues atingir
Mister América
Tenta esconder
O teu
próprio vazio
Se ao menos
visses como mentiste
E visses todos
os truques que
tentaste
Nem assim
evitarias a maré crescente
De freaks com
fome, meu
amigo
Não seguirão mais
A grande
filosofia que
os incitava
A trabalhar
nas lojas de ferragens
de Mid-West
E que
é inimiga
Dos que
não têm medo
de dizer o pensam…
Os deserdados
Da Grande
Sociedade
Mister América
Vai passando
Pelo teu
sonho de supermercado
Mister América
Vai passando
Pela magnífica
loja de licores
Mister América
Tenta esconder
O fruto
do teu selvagem
orgulho:
As mentes
saudáveis que
o negaram
No dia
em que
encolhestes os ombros e te puseste de parte
Viste as suas
roupas e então
choraste
«Aqueles
freaks com fome»,
meu amigo…
Não seguirão mais
A grande
filosofia que
os incitava
A trabalhar
nas lojas de ferragens
do Mid-West
E que
é inimiga
Dos que
não têm medo
de dizer o que pensam…
Os deserdados
Da Grande
Sociedade
*À letra,
“DADDY” quer dizer
“papá,” mas também
pode referir-se a um amigo ou a um companheiro
(N. do T.)
Hungry Freaks, Daddy*
Mr. America, walk on by your
schools that do not teach
Mr. America, walk on by the minds that won't be reached
Mr. America try to hide the emptiness that's you inside
But once you find that the way you lied
And all the corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of hungry freaks daddy!
They won't go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say what's on their minds
The left behinds of the great society
Hungry freaks, daddy!
Mr. America, walk on by your supermarket dream
Mr. America, walk on by the liquor store supreme
Mr. America try to hide the product of your savage pride
The useful minds that it denied
The day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes, and then you cried
"Those hungry freaks, daddy!"
They won't go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say what's on their minds
The left behinds of the great society
Mr. America, walk on by the minds that won't be reached
Mr. America try to hide the emptiness that's you inside
But once you find that the way you lied
And all the corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of hungry freaks daddy!
They won't go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say what's on their minds
The left behinds of the great society
Hungry freaks, daddy!
Mr. America, walk on by your supermarket dream
Mr. America, walk on by the liquor store supreme
Mr. America try to hide the product of your savage pride
The useful minds that it denied
The day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes, and then you cried
"Those hungry freaks, daddy!"
They won't go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say what's on their minds
The left behinds of the great society
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