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A Jan no le gusta

Of Montreal

Jan Doesn't Like It

Jan doesn't like it when they enter the apartment through his head
Come play with my erection
Can't you see that it's standing at attention?
I'm amenable to a personal inspection
And I've come to pay respects to your thirty-two perfections

You never going to get to janna, killing dreams like that
Thor will see that it just never happened
I met your friend at the festival
He asked me why I was so pretentious
As I was being interviewed, I was thinking, "my God!
They always pick the wrong time to try and break your heart"

Everybody seems so critical
He started shaking because he realized that we were so aligned
Like the sisters and the kids who
Are always making scenes out of nothing
Yes, so anyways I guess your friend's sound
It's another psycho afternoon in the cattle forges of your heart

They only shoot dead people now
They said they only shoot them after they're dead
They only shoot dead people now
They said they only shoot them after they're dead

The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall

A Jan no le gusta

A Jan no le gusta cuando entran al apartamento a través de su cabeza
Ven a jugar con mi erección
¿No ves que está firme y en atención?
Estoy dispuesto a una inspección personal
Y he venido a rendir homenaje a tus treinta y dos perfecciones

Nunca llegarás a Janna, matando sueños así
Thor verá que simplemente nunca sucedió
Conocí a tu amigo en el festival
Me preguntó por qué era tan pretencioso
Mientras me estaban entrevistando, pensaba, '¡Dios mío!
Siempre eligen el momento equivocado para intentar romperte el corazón'

Todos parecen tan críticos
Empezó a temblar porque se dio cuenta de que estábamos tan alineados
Como las hermanas y los niños que
Siempre arman escenas de la nada
Sí, de todos modos supongo que el sonido de tu amigo
Es otra tarde psicótica en los forjas de tu corazón

Ahora solo disparan a la gente muerta
Dijeron que solo los disparan después de muertos
Ahora solo disparan a la gente muerta
Dijeron que solo los disparan después de muertos

La rata ha tocado la pared
La rata ha tocado la pared
La rata ha tocado la pared
La rata ha tocado la pared
La rata ha tocado la pared
La rata ha tocado la pared
La rata ha tocado la pared
La rata ha tocado la pared
La rata ha tocado la pared

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