Zappa-me a Páscoa com génios

 

This is the Central Scrutinizer

Joe has just worked himself into an imaginary frenzy

During the fade-out of his imaginary song

He begins to feel depressed now

He knows the end is near, he has realized at last

That imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals

Exist only in the imagination of the imaginer

And ultimately, who gives a fuck anyway?

So... so

Excuse me (ha-ha-ha-ha)

So

Who gives a fuck anyway?

So he goes back to his ugly little room

And quietly dreams his last imaginary guitar-solo