When it's the end of the year and it's Sale everywhere
You have made your list of next's year's wear
By the roadside you park and on your windowsill it sits
Bye bye new clothes, hello ticket, you unicorn shit
When you have all the plans but too comfy to move
and people keep calling and you acted aloof
The holidays are over. Red eyes and new zits
New year, new forms of unicorn shit
When you free-roaming all day till the clock strikes five
Then comes new brief, small heart attack and no social life
You crawled home knackered and too sleepy to eat
Besides, all day you have eaten unicorn shit
Tomorrow's a new day, you comfort your poor heart
Let's pray for a bright and leafy new start
You snoozed the alarm, late again, goddammit
Oh well, I better get used to this unicorn shit
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