A Little More Like Me - Ritual

Sad is life in the pleasure ground

Punching tickets, they can’t have fun more than once

I don’t know but it makes me weak

Roller coaster roars, mymbles shriek, every night

All is run by my relatives

Enormous, rollicking, talkative, spirits high

They’re bursting into gigantic laughs

They just can’t hear me, I wish I was far away

Sorry that I drift away from social violence

Sorry but I just can’t stay to park of silence

I wish everyone was just a little more like me For a park of silence, must I leave the family?

Noisy people and relatives

Fill my days, I’ve got company around the clock

They say: «Splendid!

Now that’s the thing!

Always on the go, laugh or sing — you buck up!»

Sorry but you drift away from social violence

Sorry that I just can’t stay to park of silence

I wish everyone was just a little more like me For a park of silence, must I leave the family?