Seventeen The myth comes with disaster How could you be so fool to fell in for that laughter? Nothing's so bad that can't be worse, I gotta tell ya The worms are gettin bigger, bigger than ever
And how can you sleep at night? With thousand deaths right by your side A hundred wrongs can't make one right I wish this was a bad sci-fi
All is said and done Hands in shape of guns
This is the saddest funk ever It could be the blues But we chose this upbeat To tell you the truth
Flat line Hope you don't fall from the edge How dare we say earth is a ball instead? Your stupidity challenges gravity One more bad joke from the 21st century
All is said and done Worst is yet to come
This is the saddest funk ever It could be the blues But we chose this upbeat To tell you the truth
Antivax, fake news and suspicion Does it make any sense? The saddest funk has only one mission To make you cry and dance
This is the saddest funk ever It could be the blues But we chose this upbeat To tell you the truth
Oh hit it
This is the saddest funk ever It could be the blues But we chose this upbeat To tell you the truth This is the saddest funk ever What you gonna do? Life can be way better It is up to you
Compositores: Ben Hur Auwarter (Electric Mob), Andre Augusto Leister Assuncao (Dezin), Renan Arruda Zonta (Renan Zonta) ECAD: Obra #37621194