Soon (I Like It)
Soon they'll be coming,
And knocking at my door.
Not looking for no trouble.
Not asking for a war.
Giving much respect to our creators,
Yes they are,
Little aliens but their views are very far,
From ours.
The human being,
Will have you seeing,
Aint nothing more important than the money we bring in.
Sorry,
But it seems to me they're coming down,
For all phony fellows,
Technological clowns.
I like it,
Simply 'cos i like it.
The weather,
It's pretty,
I think i'm gonna hike it.
No matter where i go,
There i am.
It's simple.
I like it. i like it. i like it.
Try it you just might like it.
Little tiny creatures with very big eyes.
Extremely intellectual,
Despite their size.
Holding in their heads the knowledge of the universe.
And watching it for so long,
And yes it's gotten worse.
What in the world do i know?
I'm just a homosapien.
My god.
It's wacky.
It's weird.
It's crazy,
And complicated.
What the hell did we do?
Don't look at me,
'cos i haven't got a clue.
I like it, i like it.
Simply 'cos i like it.
The weather,
It's pretty,
I think i'm gonna hike it.
No matter where i go,
There i am.
It's simple.
I like it. i like it. i like it.
Try it you just might like it.
Wondering when they'll come for me,
And take me away where i can be free.
Until that day i will sit here and pray,
For them to come and take me away.
You hate it.
You hate it.
Complicated.
Yes you hate it.
You're weak.
I love it.
You can't segregate it.
Too late.
It's fate.
You can try to sedate it.
Complicated.
You'll hate it.
I like it, i like it.
Simply 'cos i like it.
The weather,
It's pretty,
I think i'm gonna hike it.
No matter where i go,
There i am.
It's simple.
I like it. i like it. i like it.
Try it you just might like it
Pronto (Me Gusta)
Pronto vendrán,
Y llamarán a mi puerta.
No buscan problemas,
No piden guerra.
Dando mucho respeto a nuestros creadores,
Sí lo hacen,
Pequeños alienígenas pero sus visiones están muy lejos,
De las nuestras.
El ser humano,
Te hará ver,
Que nada es más importante que el dinero que traemos.
Lo siento,
Pero me parece que vienen,
Por todos los falsos compañeros,
Payasos tecnológicos.
Me gusta,
Simplemente porque me gusta.
El clima,
Es agradable,
Creo que voy a dar un paseo.
No importa a dónde vaya,
Ahí estoy.
Es simple.
Me gusta. Me gusta. Me gusta.
Prueba, tal vez te guste.
Pequeñas criaturas con ojos muy grandes.
Extremadamente intelectuales,
Pese a su tamaño.
Teniendo en sus cabezas el conocimiento del universo.
Y observándolo durante tanto tiempo,
Y sí, ha empeorado.
¿Qué sé yo?
Soy solo un homosapiens.
Dios mío.
Es loco.
Es extraño.
Es loco,
Y complicado.
¿Qué demonios hicimos?
No me mires,
Porque no tengo ni idea.
Me gusta, me gusta.
Simplemente porque me gusta.
El clima,
Es agradable,
Creo que voy a dar un paseo.
No importa a dónde vaya,
Ahí estoy.
Es simple.
Me gusta. Me gusta. Me gusta.
Prueba, tal vez te guste.
Preguntándome cuándo vendrán por mí,
Y me llevarán a donde pueda ser libre.
Hasta ese día, me sentaré aquí y rezaré,
Para que vengan y me lleven lejos.
Lo odias.
Lo odias.
Complicado.
Sí, lo odias.
Eres débil.
Yo lo amo.
No puedes segregarlo.
Demasiado tarde.
Es destino.
Puedes intentar sedarlo.
Complicado.
Lo odiarás.
Me gusta, me gusta.
Simplemente porque me gusta.
El clima,
Es agradable,
Creo que voy a dar un paseo.
No importa a dónde vaya,
Ahí estoy.
Es simple.
Me gusta. Me gusta. Me gusta.
Prueba, tal vez te guste
Escrita por: Imani Coppola / Mike Mangini