Or maybe just the fuckin' tooth fairy Well I'd send that brain you ration To feed the smallest starving nation But diet aftertaste is rude And I can
I like the way you set yourself goals The blind ambition you sport like new clothes There's nothing bold in the posture you wear It's always stunning
If you're inclined to complain It doesn't matter He's got greater pain Any crisis takes it's toll Then he'll get down Let the bad times roll You'll
It's never easy Being ignored When you're worshiped And adored Attention starved Inflatable An ego that is Insatiable You've always been So superior
All the good, that you discover In people that you hate Draw them close and pencil thin Then they're easy to erase You've got it down, just sing them
One, two, three, four You're comfortable as the poison dance Completely oblivious This might come as a big surprise But since you've been sterilized
luminary or Maybe just the fucking tooth fairy I'd send that brain you ration To feed the smallest starving nation But diet aftertaste is rude And I
Tradução: Casco. Dieta Postgusto.
