fucking ending it all for the world

we've lived in bars
and danced on the tables
hotels trains and ships that sail
we swim with sharks
and fly with aeroplanes in the air

send in the trumpets
the marching wheelchairs
open the blankets and give them some air
swords and arches bones and cement
the lights and the dark of the innocent of men

we know your house so very well
and we will wake you once we've walked up
all your stairs

there's nothing like living in a bottle
and nothing like ending it all for the world
we're so glad you will come back
every living lion will lay in your lap
the kid has a homecoming the champion the horse
who's gonna play drums guitar or organ with chorus
as far as we've walked from both of ends of the sand
never have we caught a glimpse of this man

we know your house so very well
and we will bust down your door if you're not there

we've lived in bars
and danced on tables
hotels trains and ships that sail
we swim with sharks
and fly with aeroplanes out of here
out of here
...

Quem tá do meu lado, tá. Quem não tá, mal aê. É simples assim.
Só não me faça mentir depois, eu não sou cínica a esse ponto e não vou conseguir. Eu nunca estive tão puta. A raiva chegou. Tiau brasil. O último apaga a luz. Isso, você que tá perdida aqui. Tem nada melhor pra ler não? Acho que tem, hein.