Things I Don't Remeber
things i don't remember
how the hell'd we get here?
how the hell did we get here?
things i don't remeber
dressed up alligators
how the hell'd we get here?
things i don't remeber
there were dressed up alligators
there was come on the piano
disco dancin' neighbors
who were born in mashed potatoes
caught with our pants down
hidin' in the dollhouse
figured out what we're good for
you're the sailor and i'm your port
things i don't remember
we undressed for the tailor
the skin was lightly salted
opened up a can of loud mouth malted
high-fives in your eyes
push the gas and now i'm kissin' good-byes
looking for a purpose
how the hell'd we get here?
there were things i don't remember
there were messed up alligators
there we endless conversations
noone's guts were really moving
all that dust was overflowing
all my mellow-bellied temptations
things i don't remember (x21)
figured out what i'm good for making anything look better
how the hell could our neighbor?
even then i was a sailor
there were jokes that didn't land
every end was too diciple in sand
things i don't remember
there was undress for the tailor
there were jokes that couldn't land
there were disco dancin' neighbors
they were born in mashed potatoes
how the hell'd we get here?
Cosas que no recuerdo
cosas que no recuerdo
¿cómo diablos llegamos aquí?
¿cómo diablos llegamos aquí?
cosas que no recuerdo
caimanes vestidos
¿cómo diablos llegamos aquí?
cosas que no recuerdo
había caimanes vestidos
había un 'vamos' en el piano
vecinos bailando disco
que nacieron en puré de papas
atrapados con los pantalones abajo
escondidos en la casa de muñecas
descubrimos para qué servimos
tú eres el marinero y yo tu puerto
cosas que no recuerdo
nos desvestimos para el sastre
la piel estaba ligeramente salada
abrimos una lata de malta boca grande
chocando las palmas en tus ojos
acelero y ahora estoy diciendo adiós con besos
buscando un propósito
¿cómo diablos llegamos aquí?
había cosas que no recuerdo
había caimanes desordenados
había conversaciones interminables
las tripas de nadie realmente se movían
toda esa polvareda se desbordaba
todas mis tentaciones de vientre suave
cosas que no recuerdo (x21)
descubrí para qué sirvo, haciendo que todo se vea mejor
¿cómo diablos pudo nuestro vecino?
incluso entonces yo era un marinero
había chistes que no causaban gracia
cada final era demasiado disciplinado en la arena
cosas que no recuerdo
hubo desvestida para el sastre
había chistes que no causaban gracia
había vecinos bailando disco
que nacieron en puré de papas
¿cómo diablos llegamos aquí?