I can spend a whole lotta money
On a bottle of gin or good ol’ whiskey
Drink and laugh ’bout all my worries
But most of the time, I don’t even have a penny

It puts me in bad situations
Problem is procrastination
Make a quantum leap, you’re richer than the Goonies
See your credit card freeze when you go to the movies

Money is a means, not an end
That’s true but we can’t pretend
We don’t dream for a dive
In a pool full of money

About this, I’m crazy
I scanned my brain… I X-rayed my liver
I selfied… my pockets…
All they had in common
Was a hole in the middle

My brain’s like a doughnut
Everybody tells me there’s something missing
My brain like a doughnut
My brain’s like a doughnut
Everybody tells me there’s something missing in it

Ha ha… everybody knows that
Talk about health care

I forget all my thoughts but I don’t know why
It’s been years now that I stopped trying to try
To rid me of the same damned shit
Come on, hit me with your rhythm stick

Never know… might start a spark?
Look at me, I won’t ever be smart!
They say my head is in the clouds
Cheese holes that will punish me

Now I feel that my brain
Has been softened
I hope that we will not open its coffin
Anyway, my skull is empty
There’s nothing there, that’s crazy

My brain and my liver
Look like doughnuts
My set of rules have gaps in the middle
Like doughnuts

My brain is like a doughnut
Everybody tells me there’s something missing
Brain’s like a doughnut
Everybody knows that!
My brain is like a doughnut
Everybody tells me there’s something missing
In my brain… like a doughnut

Missing in my brain?
Seriously?
Missing in my brain?

It annoys you to see that my life still rolls
If I fall into a pit, I climb the cracks in the wall
Your words full of sarcasm, I don’t wanna hear
Your weight is holding me back, I feel no change in the wind

Despite my flaws I always try to move forward
So as not to give up I wrote these words
All of these years I found stuff and lost time
But you see I’ve changed, the throne could be mine

My pockets are like doughnuts
My pockets are like doughnuts
Everybody tells me there’s something missing
Empty as a doughnut

My brain is like a doughnut
Everybody tells me there’s something missing
In my brain… like a doughnut

Welcome to my dark side
Take the next ticket to ride
Ride to be my new sex toy
Now it’s too late to call the law

I am a mixture of Chucky,
Jack Torrance, and Ted Bundy
Now you’re right to be afraid
I am walking in your shade

Now you are with the king
You cannot escape the ring
Nobody can help you, my baby
It’s best not to be lazy

I am the mirror of your depth
That you let out in secret

You still think you can be saved
I’m over being raved
I find you pathetic
And your end could be tragic

This is the end of your life
You can store your small (k)nife
There are zombies closing in every side
You hear them groaning behind

Now you are with the king
You cannot escape the ring
Nobody can hear you, my baby
It’s best to stop screaming

I am the mirror of your depth
That you let out in secret

You used to be a princess
I will punish you with excess
For all the times you closed your eyes
For all your fucking lies

Finally you’re lucky
You still have something to do
You can turn off your TV
And return to the hard truth

When I hear around me all the human horrors
We do not need a monster story to live in terror
Look in the mirror

Every day you need only this
Every day you need

Look behind the mirror
Reflections you will see
All the light of love

Bercé loin du soleil à être Jacksonnisé

Ici c’est dur d’aller contre vent et marée.
Je rêve que les longs couloirs du métro
se transforment pour surfer en un immense rouleau.

Mais je suis moite, moite, moite, moite…
De mon appart’ à ma boîte, boîte, boîte, boîte.
On n’a plus les esprits comme nos chemises, à carreaux !

On devrait s’ouvrir comme les fleurs de vos paréos.
Et tout le monde se met dans son petit scaphandre
alors que je rêve de plonger en apnée
et happé vos méandres.

Des fois je crois entendre : « station Rio de Janeiro ».
Bon je l’avoue, ça c’est avec les mojitos de trop.

Hé ho, quero viver perto do mar.
Para os outros não vale a pena ser rico para ser feliz.
Foi educado para trabalhar e é isso que eu fiz.

Tenho na minha cabeça uma grande desilusão.
Não vou ter dinheiro que chega para seguir o meu coração.

Au rythme de la bossa je me laisse bercer.
En fermant les yeux, le sable chaud à portée…
mais c’est juste la musique de l’ascenseur,
étrange mélodie pour mener au labeur.

Le patron me trac, trac, trac, trac…
Je suis à la bourre et je crac, crac, crac, crac, crac.

On devrait installer des hamacs au boulot.
J’utiliserais le 49-3 pour ça si j’étais moins idiot.

Un peu de courage et on finit la journée,
mais c’est dans l’autre sens qu’il faut tout se retaper.

Je me doute qu’en bord de mer c’est pareil,
comme dirait l’autre : ce serait moins pénible au soleil.

Quero viver perto do mar.
Vocês me desculpem, mas agora vou embora.
Vou cortar o meu telemóvel, não quero mais saber das horas.

Com meu calhambeque vou andar até o mar.
Mas eu sei que sem dinheiro vou acabar por voltar…

Onde está a beleza ?

Take this fight, it’s gonna be alright
Break your body to win some cash
Use it to relax in hash
This is how you’re handed the whip to get you lashed

So convinced that you can do a feat
Don’t have a single tweet
Now you need to try to be offbeat

I’ve never seen the world so sad
I’ve never seen the world so mad
Let me change your mind
Time for the show

No time for weepers, no time for despots
No time for tyrants

Because we are
We are rolling stones with electronic processors

You play your game, you’re not to blame
Do what you want with your body
Take the bull by the balls

Your image up against the haters
Be they animals or computers
Measure pleasure in YouTube viewers

Measure

I’ve never seen the world so sad
I’ve never seen the world so mad
Let me change your mind
Time for the show

No time for weepers, no time for despots

Because we are
We are rolling stones with electronic processors

It’s been a hard day’s night
I’m really tired
I shiver nervously
And my brain isn’t wired

My boss and my colleagues
Have ruined me
Give them a ball and chain
Join the fish in the sea

I drive a few meters
And I get stuck
The cops stop me
Not to wish me good luck

I don’t have my papers
I don’t look good
Once again I will be misunderstood

I want my Mead
I need my Mead

After intense negotiation
And a heavy fine
They let me back on the road
Only to take a bus ride

I received a phone call
From my ballerina lover
I thought I’d get some support
She took the L out of lover

I cried like a child
’Cos the joke is on me
I checked through my pockets
Where can my cash be?

I lost my girlfriend
My life is trashed
I’m in desperate need
Of a glass of sour mash

I want my Mead
I want my Mead
I neeeed my Mead

My life is a mess

I want my Mead
To overcome the stress

I need my Mead

Mead Mead
Mead Mead
Mead Mead

I want my Mead

Mead Mead
Mead Mead
Mead

Give me my MEAD
‘COS I’M IN NEED