Music Welcome to my home These four plastic walls Are full of paper and tons of SRs A heap of dying leaves A half-man, a half-okay One daygreen, another tan Black, yellow, red and one dayplum Light mood, deep mood, bitter mood Welcome to my home Pleasure mood, holy mood But also true, so vulgar At the same time raw, at the same time pure At the same time lax, at the same time hard At the same time low, at the same time high At the same time soft, at the same time rock At the same time jazz, at the same time rock Or electro Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home To my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home In my four walls, there are a lot of things Few books, but a lot of prose Too much thought for so few writings And so few countries for so many roses There are yellow rooms, black rooms Red rooms and white rooms And above all, there are big bastards turned red Welcome to my home Like me, like you, like us Men, dogs, turned werewolves Hyena women, wanting to be beautiful And even more superb to go crazy To go crazy, to go stupid To sell yourself good, to do everything like And these imbeciles, well, forever And these sarams Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home Welcome to my home