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At any moment, you know,Your manufactured cool could blowWelcome to the land of pointless and destructiveYou keep whining and crying into your beer,Complaining the reception doesn't come in clear(you just can't make a connection)What are all the pretty people on?No one ever learns to speak AmericanThere are only so many Kung Fu movies you can watchHaircut, hometown, heroin friendsYou make excuses, you should make amendsWho do you call for help when all your friends are dead?Now they're calling to you from the bar,And they're fucking with your film noirAnd you wear your hope like ChristmasNow I don't know how to break this to youBut her blue eyes were never blueSo now the good times are gone but really, they never arrivedThe terrycloth's beneath the tieAnd another liar's caught in a lieLetras de canciones"I love you" hangs in the air like a subtitleThere's a war going on inside the barShe calls for the check, you call for the carAnd when you kiss her she tastes like hot candyNow you're just left to wonderHow she sized you up in three minutes or underShe's out of your league, you're out of your mindThings only feel trueWhen someone's abusing youYou are sometimes startled you are never surprisedThere are only two speeds: fast and faster,Now you're lashed to mast and lashed to masterWhether you're in bed or in court, everybody gets offSo she smokes to keep from eatingAnd you fuck her to keep from feelingAnd this is a taste, and this is a wasteAnd these are all of your days sacrificedYou're rocking out in an empty roomYou've built your house, it's become your tombMmm thanks, she says, I'll keep my options openNow you're nervous with hope, nervous with fearShe's barely gone, and you're barely hereHere comes the cocaine wake up callAnd like a boy, not a slave to fameYou kissed lipstick only after money cameBorn in New York 30 years ago, you've died several times sinceDrive through tunnels and crawl through caves,And suffer through a life no city can saveThey've got an unmarked car with your name on itSo she smoked to keep from eatingAnd you fucked her to keep from feelingAnd that was a taste, and that was a wasteNow these are all of your days magnifiedStyle over content. You know the otherKeep slugging it out in the superstructureIf you love something, chances are you can't afford itForget what's ahead and what's pastAnd live every day as if it were the lastThe dead man never knows he's dead From Letras Mania