paroles de chanson I'm Coming Out - Gogol Bordello

Was so down and out
Now so up and in
Yeah, roped in
So roped in into living the dream
Straight out of zombie lifestyle magazine

La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, I'm coming out
Be it hell or high water
Flood or a drought
But I'm coming out
So meet me outside of opiate den
And love me, love me as hard as you can
And take whatever you need from me
I'm still your post-human man

Politicized is the sacred
Politicized is profane
Politicized, this one cannot be even explained
Politicized the next human that somehow dares
Not to partake in post-human affairs

Then one day your Psychaida flies in
And say, "Hey buddy, where the hell have you been?"
I've been living the dream
Straight out of zombie lifestyle magazine

But I'm coming out
Be it hell or high water
Flood or a drought
I'm coming out
So meet me outside of opiate den
And love me, love me as hard as you can
And take whatever you need from me
I'm still your post-human man

Psychaida, Psychaida, Psychaida
Hiya, heya, heya
Psychaida, Para-Psychaida, Psychaida
Hiya, heya, heya

Then one day your Psychaida flies in
And says, "Hey buddy, where the hell have you been?"
I've been living the dream
Straight out of zombie lifestyle magazine

But I'm coming out
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Be it flood or a drought
Then one day your Psychaida flies in
And says, "Hey buddy, where the hell have you been?"
I've been living the dream
Straight out of zombie lifestyle magazine

So meet me outside of opiate den
And love me as much as you can
And take whatever you need from me
But don't cut out on me, I need you here