What have I become, My sweetest friend? Everyone I know, Goes away in the end.
And you could have it all, My empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt.
If I could start again, A million miles away, I would keep myself, I would find a way.
Apenas um exemplo. Porque hoje é 8 de Março.
Hey look! Over there! It’s Frank Sinatra Sitting in a chair. And he’s blowing Perfect smoke rings Up into the air. And he’s singing: Smoke makes a staircase for you To descend.
So rare.
Ah desire! Ah desire! Ah desire!
So random So rare
A tua piscina tá cheia de ratos Tuas idéias não correspondem aos fatos O tempo não pára
Eu vejo o futuro repetir o passado Eu vejo um museu de grandes novidades
O tempo não pára
Não pára, não, não pára
I’ll speak
To the masses through the media
And if you got anything to say to me You can say it with cash
‘Cause I’ve got the trash and you got the cash So baby we should get along fine
So give me all your money ’cause I know you think I’m funny
Can’t you hear me laughing Can’t you see me smile
Outside The circus gathering Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
The procession moved on the shouting is over The fabulous freaks are leaving town.
Though you may disappear, you’re not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
T.V., is it the reflector or the director ?
Does it imitate us or do we imitate it
because a child watches 1500 murders before he’s twelve years old and we wonder why we’ve created a Jason generation that learns to laugh rather than to abhor the horror
Grooving on down in a knapsack superlative day Some wish she move and just as she can move jiving away
She made the scene should have been-superlative day Everything’s all and it’s rosy, it’s a beautiful day
You still think swastikas look cool The real nazis run your schools They’re coaches, businessmen and cops In a real fourth reich you’ll be the first to go
You’ll be the first to go You’ll be the first to go You’ll be the first to go
Unless you think
