The guys, the gals,
The tycoons, the beggars,
The sober, the drunkards,
What are they doin’ here?

What’s here?

Insane place
For the blind and deaf?
Sufferin’ terra?
Nonsensical abode with no meanin’?

Who made this place?
God, Ông Trời,
with the mighty creating power,
made a broken melancholy sphere
for ever-lost creatures?

Why I’m gettin’ a headache
Thinkin’ about nonsense stupido queries?
Am I a crazio nut too?

Should I just grab some fooood
Foood, foood, foood
Climb onto a comfo hammock
Taking a happio resto
And forget all theez stupido inquestos?

Yeah, yeah, yeah! I should, I should, I should!

I shall.

Namo, Namo, Namo.

Amen, Amen, Amen.