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You've got scars
From a tightened necktie
And kneeling
You've got hemorrhoids
From a feng-shui office
You've got meningitis
From bruto-neto marketing strategies
You've got an inflammation
From laundering in a humanitarian action
You've got skin cancer
From the spotlights of popularity
You get an adrenaline rush
Only at the sports books
Or Eurovision
And after all the problems
You've got the nerve to say
That you have evolved??!?
And you would send
All the queers
To the executioner?!
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