Filterless
Yellowed brown stained fingertips caused by too many filterless she crushes the ashy end
Lifts the lid and drops it down in an urn she carries around her father resides
Her heavy foot is on the gas
With saint christopher on the dash she is safe from any crash at least she believes
What she doesn't realize that he's been decanonized by the church
Her heavy foot is on the gas
She used to make gum wrapper necklaces
She always seemed to smell of wintergreen
In her father eyes she was not a princess but a queen
She didn't love to play the queen
Only prayers and country songs are found as the needle crawls along through megahertz
Black rubber radials wearing bald and wearing dull she sings along
Her heavy foot is on the gas
Imitation leather cracks from to much heat and to much smack you broke mother's back
She prefers the texacos for the color of their clothes and their smokes
Her heavy foot is on the gas
She used to make gum wrapper necklaces
She always seemed to smell of wintergreen
In her father eyes she was not a princess but the queen
She used to wake up with the sun
She used to watch the clouds go by
Her hands tighten on the wheel
She hums a tune as she closes her eyes
Sin filtro
Dedos manchados de marrón amarillento causados por fumar sin filtro aplasta el extremo ceniciento
Levanta la tapa y la deja caer en una urna que lleva consigo donde reside su padre
Su pie pesado está en el acelerador
Con San Cristóbal en el tablero, se siente a salvo de cualquier choque, al menos eso cree
Lo que no se da cuenta es que ha sido descanonizado por la iglesia
Su pie pesado está en el acelerador
Solía hacer collares de envoltorios de chicle
Siempre parecía oler a gaulteria
A los ojos de su padre no era una princesa, sino una reina
No le gustaba jugar a ser reina
Solo se encuentran oraciones y canciones country mientras la aguja avanza a través de los megahercios
Neumáticos de goma negra desgastados y opacos, ella canta junto
Su pie pesado está en el acelerador
La imitación de cuero se agrieta por el calor y el golpe, rompiste la espalda de mamá
Prefiere los Texacos por el color de su ropa y sus cigarrillos
Su pie pesado está en el acelerador
Solía hacer collares de envoltorios de chicle
Siempre parecía oler a gaulteria
A los ojos de su padre no era una princesa, sino la reina
Solía despertar con el sol
Solía ver pasar las nubes
Sus manos se aprietan en el volante
Tararea una melodía mientras cierra los ojos