I guess this concrete will give you a hard on
I guess these heights will make you high
This puppet charade of polite shaking hands
Is that what you’ve dreamed of at the age of five
It’s not about love, love, peace in this world
It’s about balls in business and a ship full of chicks

He Mr President, why are you weeping
Are the screams of neglected people buzzing around
I know it’s tough to fight the ghosts while you’re sleeping
And serve the mates from your club who want to punch your mouth
It’s not about love, love, peace in this world
It’s about “I met the president of the USA”
Love is fruitful
Love is all
Love’s a flower that grows
He tiny artist you are bragging about
Stuff that nobody cares about, fuck your personal drive
You don’t have a reason to complain or shout
Cause nothing really happens in your miserable life
I say nothing really happens in your miserable life
Try to get the basic needs for your child and your wife
Yeah work hard, learn a craft make your life worthwhile
That’s the only precious purpose, the rest is a lie

It’s not about love, love, peace in this world
It’s about gain “dead followers” and “aimless likes”
Love is fruitful
Love is all
Love’s a flower that grows