O Estrangeiro

Titus Andronicus
Albert Camus

Running around this run-down, one-horse town.
One of these days, they're gonna crucify me.
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable it is to be young, dumb,
and have lots of money.
We will sit upon this grassy knoll,
holding hands and stroking handguns, with pristine souls,
and even my own mother will tell you I am an asshole,
but underneath it all, there is an apathetic heart of gold.

So who will be saved, from the least to the greatest men?
Because even Honest Abe sold poison milk to schoolchildren.

The blood drive came to Glen Rock High
in a white bus with red letters on the side
and a long shiny needle they brought to suck me dry
like missionary mosquitoes in the sky.
Now you're doing time for stealing candy from a babe
because all the kids in Ridgewood have got cell phones these days
and if you wear a mask, they can still read your license plate
and a wireless line is a terrible thing to waste.

Because the more we think, the less it all makes sense,
tonight we will drink to our general indifference.
Lamb of God, we think nothing of ourselves at all.
So, Death, be not proud because we don't give a fuck about nothing
and we only want what we are not allowed.



"And I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I’d been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration."
O Estrangeiro, Albert Camus