One more day, one more note

One more returned bill, one more lost chord

One more broken dream reserved

To the elected of this fucking world


One more day in the trench

Never was so pleasant another wrench

Hugged to us in good times and bad

Like a faithful, sweet and loving wench


We’re the last flame


What we do is so wrong

It’s naïve, primitive, old fashioned job

We don’t know innovate or leave it

Or be absorbed for your army of snobs


We don’t know be so tame

Going to disaster opposite the herd

While the light shines will sound the last songs

Although tomorrow be deleted our name


We’re the last flame


When the fire goes out tomorrow

Another crazy man ignites all my fucking words


We’re the last flame

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