Rocha lyrics

It's 2nd of may Thought of the day I'd rather decay Than wonder I'm not what you say Do your survey? Not for today What a blunder It's like a Pompey What a display Going astray And under I can be your sensei Crawling on preys Blowing them trays With thunder Hahaha That was the main point here We were going round and round the circles But finally, we found that sweet spot, that reality It's second of may You here to stay I'm going away From London Come on partake Enough with the break Lo key but intense It's Sparta!