Walk Away
Christine's depression never seeems to end
Cause she'll never be as skinny
As the girls on ''friends''
She's got fat hips and thin lips, she's jealous of a q-tip
She'll take stupid over fat
She stuck her fingers down her throat for the very last time today.
And she walked away.
Malcom's got his image: his rock and his glock
And if he lives to see 20, he will beat the clock
He's got his ride and he's fried and girls by his side
He makes a stand with his gun in his hand
He saw his best friend lying on a stainless steel tray.
And he walked away.
And the destination's clear: anywhere but here.
Doesn't matter that you're lying in the gutter
It doesn't matter that your brain's all cluttered
It doesn't matter that you're covered in scars
You're never in the gutter with your eyes on the stars.
So walk away from the boyfriend who bruises
And the shame of the game that your brain knows you're losing
And that job that you do that just robs you of who
You can be when you're free of this mentality.
So you're home by the phone getting stoned all alone
With your chat room friends, your korn and ramones
But the phone don't ring and joey just sings sedated
You gotta learn to hate it.
Doesn't matter that you're lying in the gutter
It doesn't matter that your brain's all cluttered
It doesn't matter that you're covered in scars
You're never in the gutter with your eyes on the stars.
Alejarse
La depresión de Christine nunca parece terminar
Porque nunca será tan delgada
Como las chicas en ''Friends''
Tiene caderas anchas y labios delgados, está celosa de un hisopo
Prefiere ser tonta que gorda
Se metió los dedos en la garganta por última vez hoy.
Y se alejó.
Malcom tiene su imagen: su rock y su pistola
Y si vive para ver los 20, vencerá al reloj
Tiene su auto y está drogado y chicas a su lado
Toma una posición con su pistola en la mano
Vio a su mejor amigo tendido en una bandeja de acero inoxidable.
Y se alejó.
Y el destino está claro: en cualquier lugar menos aquí.
No importa que estés tirado en la cuneta
No importa que tu cerebro esté hecho un lío
No importa que estés cubierto de cicatrices
Nunca estás en la cuneta con los ojos en las estrellas.
Así que aléjate del novio que te golpea
Y de la vergüenza del juego que tu cerebro sabe que estás perdiendo
Y de ese trabajo que haces que solo te roba quién
Puedes ser cuando estás libre de esta mentalidad.
Así que estás en casa junto al teléfono drogándote solo
Con tus amigos del chat, tu música y tus Ramones
Pero el teléfono no suena y Joey solo canta sedado
Tienes que aprender a odiarlo.
No importa que estés tirado en la cuneta
No importa que tu cerebro esté hecho un lío
No importa que estés cubierto de cicatrices
Nunca estás en la cuneta con los ojos en las estrellas.