it's decadence, the decade in which we dance
we run on oil and gasoline
freedom for the paranoiacs
all the schizomaniacs all the checkmates
all the pimps all the psychopaths
in the absence of demerol I had no alcohol
I didn't even have instant damn success
freedom for the white toucans
It's an incredible indecency I think
all my neighbors who cry suffocated
then fall prey to great misfortune
and then finally die of a heart attack
br/>unanimously
it's obvious that we're going to do it
between paranoid people we're going to get along so well
you'll hurt me, I'll tell you will do well
“It’s hard to love you” says the mother to her daughter
who has just dumped her for a drug addict
an adventurer in Montpellier
who the area in Barcelona
an epidural
the abnormal
anarchy
a lack of modesty
a heartache
young drug addict
who lost his daughter
who pukes loudly
on society
“tough to love you”.