There’s no difference between the days when you can’t see the light
Green aspirins on a grey skyline through this bulletproof windowpane

I’m in the aerosol land, nothing here’s gonna happen
Future’s slippin’ off my hands
Here in the aerosol land, everything’s gonna fall down
Needles flying all around

Chefs think they’re philosophers
They see moral and art inside some fried shrimps
But all their big efforts I’ve chewed them all in one
And now I’m digesting

I’m in the aerosol land, nothing here’s gonna happen
Future’s slippin’ off my hands
Here in the aerosol land, everything’s gonna fall down
Needles flying all around

The violinist feels frustrated
Compared to the singer
He attended 20 years of conservatory
And now he stands in 15° row

I’m in the aerosol land, nothing here’s gonna happen
Future’s slippin’ off my hands
Here in the aerosol land, everything’s gonna fall down
Needles flying all around

No one should laugh about this freaky weather
No one should laugh about this freaky weather

I’m in the aerosol land, nothing here’s gonna happen
Future’s slippin’ off my hands
Here in the aerosol land, everything’s gonna fall down
Needles flying all around