Gracias, hombre que fabrica pan!
You got a cold, cold heart, do you feel at all?
You build a house of cards, but it's gonna fall
You think I don't see who you really are
I got news coming, I've seen it all from the start
I know all your secrets, I know all your lies
I know where you keep 'em, buried deep inside
No you can't hide your secrets and lies
Wish on your lucky stars 'cause it's all you got
Won't get you very far when the music stops
You think I don't see who you really are
I got news coming, I've seen it all from the start
>more acid than anyone
can one (or some) of you, lurking millionaires please send me a couple hundred LSD doses please I won't say anything and will use them for world-improving purposes no joke
please ask some agency for my address
thank you in advance