How I chose my path

Mum, I don't want to be perfect, because they might elect me for a President and then somebody might want to assassinate me...
And I don't need to read newspapers; I'm perfectly capable of lying anyway.

Dad, I don't want to prove anything, I already served the Beloved Fatherland, already everything is illuminated by my light...

Oh, poor thing, he died so soon, and, God forbid, me too, I am scared of slowly dying nailed to a cross.

So I'm gonna love the life I live, and live the life I choose
I'm walking in the shadow of the blues.

With all due respect,

me.