All my friends whole their lives Keep silence and make self-sacrifice They are wandering in a dark still Please tell me what you want and what you feel What you need is a good thrashing Passivity is the wrong way I need a fucking passion They are scared of the wind of changes To experiment with new ideas And I will never leave my sweet home But I'm full of desire What you need is a good thrashing Passivity is the wrong way I need a fucking passion Of the parent's fault who I've become They loved my brother more than me Wife nags me Job takes up free time People never think of me What you need is a good thrashing Passivity is the wrong way I need a fucking passion Fucking passion Fucking passion