A bird stands on the net
Singing little songs
Sometimes I like to dance
Sometimes I don't
And there's the fun
I'd like to separate myself
From all of those who think
That some are worse than others
In secrecy
A child's mind
In a putrified old body
We're on the edge
So I can't decide if I'm sorry that they popped your neck
O sul global e o que restou de humanidade
Em meio ao caos
Aos cacos, cacarecos, embalagens
A boy stands on the ground
Singing purely what he thinks
We're eating plastic glass with our eyes
There's danger on the streets where I live
Oh, to grow up the poorest of the rich
Way too proud to believe this is it
I was born under neon lights by the sea
I was born to dehumanize all of me
I was born under city skies, under trees
Where there's so much with so few
So much with so few
So much, so few
A bird stands on the net
Singing little songs
Sometimes I like to dance
Well, sometimes I don't
And there's the fun
Música pra gringo é o meu saco
E com essa tua turminha, eu não quero muito papo
Que cês só querem ganhar dinheiro e mais dinheiro
E vocês já são ricos pra caralho
E isso pra mim é muito bizarro
Muito bizarro
