She writes her diary at the first person
Before the girls next door would spread it like a plague

She lives downtown with her love in cosy lovely room
When the moralists come knocking, he whispers in her ear :

“Hey my love haven’t you noticed ?
It’s you and me against the collectivists”

By any kind of magic trick
The glossy and the innocent
Always appear together
Though I would bet more than 2 cents
That they have never met each other

Airbag society is the common ground
Of people who belittle a couple making love

Who could be worse than the materialists
If not the good old collectivists ?

“Do as I say not as I do”
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When they advice to keep it clean
Computer screens and media files
Are always infected by those preachers

The years have passed so quickly she couldn’t realise
How much energy they had taken from her heart

Now you can see who’s important on your list
Your love and life or the collectivists

Collectivists, here’s my request :
Go to hell and enjoy your life
You’ll see real things are not that bad
But if you’re bemused by good wine
Corruption is what can save your life

Who else than them could leave you in the mist
Those pathetic groups of collectivists

Someone more boring than the paternalists
Can only be among the collectivists