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DIY REALITY

There’s no way for you to mess me up
With your data and your common sense
As you get lost into your paper cup
I will flourish at your own expense

I don’t care what science shows
I don’t need to change my certainties
All those fellows with their latex gloves
Have no scruples or morality

When I’m down, I pick on the government
When I’m great, stay out of my Promised Land
When I’m bored I jump on the latest trend
to cheer me up

Keep your books and your degrees, I’ve got my DIY reality
I won’t listen, listen, listen, listen to none other than me

I don’t need to read no magazine
To really know where the wind is blowing
I’ve got a neighbour that’s so sibylline
I consult her every single morning

When I’m down, I pick on the government
When I’m great, stay out of my Promised Land
When I’m bored I jump on the latest trend
to cheer me up

Keep your books and your degrees, I’ve got my DIY reality
I won’t listen, listen, listen, listen to none other than me

You’ll lose your patience, you’ll clench your fists
You’ll try to stun me with your blunders
But I won’t admit that snow exists
Till an avalanche takes me under

I’ve got my DIY reality…

Click here for the translation in Italian

You won’t be able to confuse me in any way
With your data and your common sense
While you get lost in your glass of water
I thrive at your expense

I don’t care what science proves
I don’t need to review my certainties
All those guys with their latex gloves
Have no scruples, nor morals

When things go bad for me, I blame the government
When I’m doing great, stay away from my Promised Land
When I’m bored, I jump on the latest trend
to cheer myself up

Keep your books and your degrees, I have my own DIY reality
I won’t listen to anyone but myself

I don’t need to read a magazine
To know for sure which way the wind blows
I have a neighbor who is really cryptic
I consult her every single morning

When things go bad for me, I blame the government
When I’m doing great, stay away from my Promised Land
When I’m bored, I jump on the latest trend
to cheer myself up

Keep your books and your degrees, I have my own DIY reality
I won’t listen to anyone but myself

You’ll lose your patience, clench your fists
You’ll try to stun me with your nonsense
But I won’t admit that snow exists
Until an avalanche overwhelms me

I have my own DIY reality…

THE CROWSROADS • 3923706803 / 3404582812 • thecrowsroadsdate@gmail.com