Low-life
You're a complicated person with some educated friends
And you tend to form your sentences from words wrote
on your hands, oh
But you wake up the rhythm in me, and you wake up the
rhyme
I thought you were special but you're low-life
And you've got no inhibitions and you're almost always
rude
And I don't know where your mind is when my hands are
touching you, oh
But you wake up the rhythm in me, you wake up the
rhyme
I thought you were special but you're low-life,
low-life, low-life
Low, low-life
And when you pull the trigger in me, my life isn't
mine
They said you were special but you're low-life
And you wake up the rhythm in me, and you wake up the
rhyme
I thought you were special but you're low-life,
low-life, low-life
Low
Low-life, low-life, low-life
Low
Vida útil baja
Eres una persona complicada con unos amigos educados
Y usted tiende a formar sus oraciones a partir de palabras escritas
en tus manos, oh
Pero despertaste el ritmo en mí, y despertaste el
rima
Pensé que eras especial, pero eres de baja vida
Y no tienes inhibiciones y casi siempre estás
grosero
Y no sé dónde está tu mente cuando mis manos están
tocarte, oh
Pero despertaste el ritmo en mí, despertaste el
rima
Pensé que eras especial, pero eres de baja vida
baja vida, baja vida
Baja, baja vida útil
Y cuando aprietas el gatillo en mí, mi vida no es
mina
Dijeron que eras especial, pero eres de baja vida
Y despertaste el ritmo en mí, y despertaste el
rima
Pensé que eras especial, pero eres de baja vida
baja vida, baja vida
Bajo
Baja vida, baja vida, baja vida
Bajo