Gas and Matches
All the way up here
I was thinking it over
I wish we could drink some beer
And work it out
Our lungs were burning
We're starting to worry
I couldn't catch my breath
Or slow my heart beat
We took your photograph
We thought we'd have a few good laughs
At your expense
Here you thought we were your friends
I guess now you know
Or do you?
Are there really
People like that?
Or is this guy just
Making shit up?
Pity party
Feeling sorry for yourself
We were begging for mercy
You were holding a gas can
You had our hands tied
Behind our backs
I started crying
'Cause I thought it was over
You pulled a matchbook from your back pocket
We took your photograph
We thought we'd have a few good laughs
At your expense
Here you thought we were your friends
I guess now you know
We knew you were half and half
But we never knew you were
A psychopath
Or that you'd have the last laugh
I guess now we know
Gasolina y Fósforos
Todo el camino hasta aquí
Estaba pensándolo
Ojalá pudiéramos tomar unas cervezas
Y arreglarlo
Nuestros pulmones ardían
Empezamos a preocuparnos
No podía recuperar el aliento
O calmar mi corazón acelerado
Tomamos tu fotografía
Pensamos que nos reiríamos un poco
A tu costa
Aquí pensabas que éramos tus amigos
Supongo que ahora lo sabes
¿O sí?
¿Realmente hay
Gente así?
¿O este tipo solo
Está inventando cosas?
Fiesta de lástima
Sintiéndote mal contigo mismo
Estábamos suplicando por misericordia
Tú tenías una lata de gasolina
Tenías nuestras manos atadas
A nuestras espaldas
Empecé a llorar
Porque pensé que todo había terminado
Sacaste un fósforo de tu bolsillo trasero
Tomamos tu fotografía
Pensamos que nos reiríamos un poco
A tu costa
Aquí pensabas que éramos tus amigos
Supongo que ahora lo sabes
Sabíamos que eras mitad y mitad
Pero nunca supimos que eras
Un psicópata
O que tendrías la última risa
Supongo que ahora lo sabemos