happysad - Psychologa

Who? Who do they carry on their hands?
And whose, whose, whose? Whose name do they shout out?
Is it a new revolution?
Of whose honour? Of whose name?
Is it? Is it a positive hero?
Is it? Is it a negative hero?
Who? Who do they carry on their hands?
What is this song for? Why is this torment?

All of these politicians and journalists
All of these policemen and footballers
Every, every arm and leg
My whole world needs a psychologist
My whole country needs a psychologist
My whole world needs, to recover itself

I am an economist, very astutely
I will change everything in a few years
Also my nickname
I'll push stones into my pockets
I'll push stones into my pockets
The students walking uptight in this place
They're geared up
It doesn't turn me on
I live, live, live, live
But I live, I live

All of these politicians and journalists
All of these policemen and footballers
Every, every arm and leg
My whole world needs a psychologist
My whole country needs a psychologist
My whole world needs, to recover itself

Mum, I don't know if you know
That I don't care about GDP
Mum, I don't know if you know, that I don't care
About high inflation's rate,
Perennial problem of allocation,
Migration of industrial people
without creditability
I will manage by myself
I'm fed of your dreams
I will manage by myself

All of these politicians and journalists
All of these policemen and footballers
Every, every arm and leg
My whole world needs a psychologist
My whole country needs a psychologist
My whole world needs, to recover itself
Oi!