El cigarro que dejaste sobre la cama...

Pink Cigarrete
Mr.Bungle

Hush me, touch me
Perfume, the wind and the leaves
Hush me, touch me
The burns, the holes in the sheets

I'm hoping the smoke
Hides the shame I've got in my face
Cognac and broken glass
All these years I've been your ashtray

Not today

I found a pink cigarette
On the bed the day that you left
And how can I forget that your lips were there
Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything... But me

Hush me, touch me
Champagne, your hair in the breeze
Hush me, touch me
Lipstick, a slap on my cheek

Your eyes cried at last
Told me everything I was afraid to ask
Now I'm dressed in white
And you've burned me for the last time

This ain't the las time

You'll find a note and you'll see my sillouette...

There's just 5 hours left until you find me dead...
There's just 4 hours left until you find me dead...
There's just 3 hours left until you find me dead...
There's just 2 hours left until you find me dead...
There's 1 more hour, and then you will find me dead...
There's just...

Fitter Happier

Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,
at ease,
eating well
no more microwave dinners and saturated fats,
a patient better driver,
a safer car (baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
no bad dreams,
no paranoia,
careful with all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
also on Sundays,
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick,
that's driven into frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig in a cage on antibiotics.