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.
Pulpos... mis criaturas favoritas del reino animal, tienen tantas capacidades, son tan completos q me fascinan, en las profundidades o en aguas bajas se los puede encontrar... pero... es difícil encontrarlos con un sistema de mimetismo cómo el q poseen, más encima si la cosa se pone complicada...un buen chorro de tinta despistadora soluciona el aunto...mmm sí, me gustan harto... :D
Drag him out the window Dragging out your dead Singing I miss you Snakes & ladders flip the lid out pops the cracker smacks you in the head knifes you in the neck kicks you in the teeth steel toe caps takes all your credit cards step up get the gunge Get the eggs get the flan in the face the flan in the face the flan in the face Dance you fucker dance you fucker don’t you dare Don’t you dare don’t you Flan in the face Take it with the love its given take it with a pinch of salt take it to the taxman Let me back let me back I promise to be good don’t look in the mirror at the face you don’t recognize Help me, call the doctor, put me inside put me inside put me inside put me inside put me inside
I keep the wolf from the door but he calls me up calls me on the phone tells me all the ways that he’s gonna mess me up Steal all my children if I don’t pay the ransom and I’ll never see them again if I squeal to the cops…
Walking like giant cranes and with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked in a tight little world and are you on the list? Stepford wives who are we to complaint? Investments and dealers. Investments and dealers Cold wives and mistresses. Cold wives and Sunday papers city boys in First Class don’t know we’re born now Someone else is gonna come and clean it up Born and raised for the job Someone always does I wish you’d get up go over get up go over and turn this tape off
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Un lobo en la puerta
Sácalo por la ventana Sacando a tu muerto Cantando te extraño Serpientes y escaleras voltea la tapa salta la sorpresa te pega en la cabeza te acuchilla en el cuello te patea en los dientes con puntas de acero se lleva todas tus tarjetas de crédito impónete, ensúciate agarra los huevos agarra el flan en la cara el flan en la cara el flan en la cara Baila, cabrón baila, cabrón no te atrevas No te atrevas, no Flan en la cara Recíbelo con el amor con que te lo dan tómalo con una pizca de sal llévaselo al cobrador de impuestos Déjame volver, déjame volver Prometo ser bueno no mires al espejo a esa cara que no reconoces Ayúdame, llama al doctor, méteme dentro méteme dentro, méteme dentro, méteme dentro, méteme dentro
Mantengo al lobo lejos de la puerta pero él me llama me llama por teléfono me cuenta todas las formas en que me va a cagar Se robará a todos mis hijos si no pago el rescate y nunca los volveré a ver si le grito a los policías…
Caminando como grullas gigantes y con mis ojos de rayos X te desnudo en un mundito apretado y tú, estás en la lista? Esposas perfectas, quiénes somos para quejarnos? Inversionistas y corredores. Inversionistas y corredores Esposas y amantes frías. Esposas frías y diarios del domingo chicos de la ciudad en Primera Clase ahora ni saben que existimos Alguien más va a venir a limpiarlo todo Nacido y criado para el trabajo No faltará quién Desearía que te levantaras y fueras allá te levantaras y fueras allá y apagaras esta cinta