Vinegar Vera
Vinegar Vera, packed his bags and left home to make his mark.
Nobody missed him, because he was back before it got dark.
Vinegar Vera, lying on his bed cursing the ceiling. Because the world turned, and turning it ran over his feelings.
Vinegar Vera, now that you're almost 21. Vinegar Vera, locked in the bathroom at your mum's.
He looks in the mirror, and rolling the words around his mouth.
He doesn't want to come out, he doesn't want to come out.
Chip on your shoulder, is harder to hide the more you get older.
With every summer, feeling the world get colder and colder.
Vinegar Vera, now that you're almost 31. Vinegar Vera, wondering what you have become.
[CHORUS]
Vinegar Vera, lost his mum in the zoo when he was 5.
The Hare Krishnas gave him a biscuit as he sat and cried.
Vinegar Vera, never thought life would come to this. Vinegar Vera, drowning in your own bitterness.
[CHORUS]
He doesn't want to come out, he doesn't want to come out.
He doesn't want to come out
Vinagre Vera
Vinagre Vera, empacó sus maletas y se fue de casa para dejar su huella.
Nadie lo extrañó, porque regresó antes de que oscureciera.
Vinagre Vera, acostado en su cama maldiciendo al techo. Porque el mundo giró, y al girar aplastó sus sentimientos.
Vinagre Vera, ahora que casi tienes 21. Vinagre Vera, encerrado en el baño de tu mamá.
Se mira en el espejo, y saboreando las palabras en su boca.
No quiere salir, no quiere salir.
Con un rencor en tu corazón, es más difícil de ocultar mientras envejeces.
Con cada verano, sintiendo que el mundo se vuelve más frío y frío.
Vinagre Vera, ahora que casi tienes 31. Vinagre Vera, preguntándote qué has llegado a ser.
[ESTRIBILLO]
Vinagre Vera, perdió a su mamá en el zoológico cuando tenía 5 años.
Los Hare Krishnas le dieron una galleta mientras él lloraba sentado.
Vinagre Vera, nunca pensó que la vida llegaría a esto. Vinagre Vera, ahogándote en tu propia amargura.
[ESTRIBILLO]
No quiere salir, no quiere salir.
No quiere salir