I was bred a loser Who’s dumb enough to choose it Mama, why didn’t you give me something else? Life is full of strangers First they look like angels Then they come and knock me off the rails Brought up on movies I’m still a tourist An alien in the land of the smart and brave
Mummy, give me knowledge Send me to the college The special college Where they’ll change my mind My head is like a cabbage I cannot tell garbage from silver and water from wine
I’m looking at my photos So sullen and distorted As if I’ve got a nail stuck in my ass I look for someone pretty Who smells like Monika Vitti To give me love and bring me to my sense I look like a toy A stupid Christmas toy That makes children shiver and cry Tammique says I’m funny I never have no money To buy her vodka and gin, tequila, beer or wine
Need no fucking knowledge Don’t send me to the college The special college where I’ll surely die
Born a child I’d like to die a child What’s the fucking point of getting grown up