Letras dos Objectivists

Eu e dois amigos resolvemos montar uma banda, chamada The Objectivists ("homenagem" à corrente filosófica de Ayn Rand). Já escrevi 4 letras, sendo as 2 últimas foram compostas hoje (já tinha ensaiado "The Freedom Anthem" e "Communist Party" com o Luti em Dezembro).

THE FREEDOM ANTHEM

I don't care for the "social"
It's an excuse for "dictatorial"
I don't wanna pay more taxes
They never use it for the masses

I love my freedom
And I really hate the State
They only want to control us
It’s a road to slavery

The freer the market is,
the freer the people, yes
It's how we want to live
That's what we believe

Free market
Free trade
Free speech
Freedom from state


COMMUNIST PARTY

Hey communist, what you’re thinking of?
“Change the world”
What you celebrate?
“Social justice”

What do you hate?
“All the riches”
What about Mao and Lenin?
“The red vanguard”

Hey communist, you’re gauche caviar!
“I disagree”
We won't forgive you!
“I’m so cool and arty
Oh yeah”

Cocaine and socialism
Cuba Libre and marxism
Mon Chandon and trotskism, now!

You say I don’t mind
You say I don’t mind at all

FASHIONABLE NONSENSE

Less than an attraction
I've got an objection
All is relative
No meta-narrative

Forget the values
What matters is amuse
Objective truth, illusion
The whole thing, confusion!

I’m fashion, I’m nonsense
I don't believe in reality
I’m fashion, I’m nonsense
It's all fake, even gravity

The docile bodies
The chaos parties
Boy, he's reversing
Always deconstructing

It's all liquid
Our senses are fluid
Told me that for testing
I should jump from a building

(Oh-oh, this concrete exists! Am I dead...)


GET OUT OF MY WAY

You say you are feminist
You put men on the blacklist
You defend inclusive language
You hate family and marriage

You say dykes have the beat
You even refuse to eat meat
But I think you're frustrated
Cos’ nobody wanna see you naked

Hey, girl, get out of my way
Hey, girl, get out of my way
Hey, girl, get out of my way
I'm tired of what you say

You talk about the falocracy
You always see the mysoginy
You find all the reasons to complain
You're quoting Beauvoir again

You say dykes have the beat
You even refuse to eat meat
But I think you're just frustrated
'Cause nobody wanna see you naked

Hey, girl, get out of my way
Hey, girl, get out of my way
Hey, girl, get out of my way
You're just a cunt, go away