I can not dream anymore about a house a town and fires
and all this, because I went working

Working, the total degradation

the thoughts went away from me
only those left, which none needs
the whole work is absolute imbecility
one looses brain and power
why working the whole day?
so life has no sense
putting the money over all other things is from a series of stupid thoughts.
My hands are given to me for taking
My feet are given to me for wearing boots
My head I need for having thoughts and the backbone for carrying the head

I'm a real person
I'm a real person

My hands are giving to me for carrying anything
The guts I need for feeding my body
they point me and say ...

I'm a real person
I'm a real person