Lyrics Hypochondriac's Fun - Ed Motta

A scary flag, somewhere
Grabbing few interests
What a shame
What a joy to survive
Never in life had a hard time

Give 'em all you have
They can choose your best
It takes more than a glance to believe
In those old lies
What is it good for?

They just start to dance
Can't believe their lack of taste improves
Simulate a thrill
Hypochondriac's fun, well done
Secure, unsure