Da série Rai e Cai

Gravata enforcou o Funk
Groove perdeu opção
Na falta de inspiração
Sigo o manifesto Junk...


Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.



Os boletos avisaram
O sonho se transformou
Em pipoca pro macaco

Sorte deles, que aumentaram
Pois lá em casa só aumentou
O tamanho meu saco