Sell the kids for food Weather changes moods Spring is here again Reproductive glands
He's the one who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along, and he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means, don't know what it means And I say
He's the one who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along, and he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means, don't know what it means And I say
We can have some more Nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit Tender age in bloom
He's the one who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along, and he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means, don't know what it means And I say
La borró de la fotografía de su vida no porque no la hubiese amado, sino, precisamente, porque la quiso. La borró junto con el amor que sintió por ella. La gente grita que quiere crear un futuro mejor, pero eso no es verdad, el futuro es un vacío indiferente que no le interesa a nadie, mientras que el pasado está lleno de vida y su rostro nos excita, nos irrita, nos ofende y por eso queremos destruirlo o retocarlo. Los hombres quieren ser dueños del futuro sólo para poder cambiar el pasado. Luchan por entrar al laboratorio en el que se retocan las fotografías y se reescriben las biografías y la historia.