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I don't do drugs, I am drugsThat's what he says, and I believe himHe paints on sleepless hallucinationsCrazy Sal, that Andalusian dog"I am Un Chien Andalou!"The crazy man cries out in his ecstasiesLocks himself alone with just a canvasSome paintbrushes, makes a dream landscapeHe's the lunatic painterHe's the sane madmanHe's the lunatic painterHe's the sane madman"Be mad," he tells all his admirersGrasshoppers scare him out of his mindHis wife is mad enough as wellMet her in a room full of surrealistsHe wakes up in the morning, looks aroundWonders what prodigious thingThat he'll do today, this Mr. DaliThe world is your insane canvasHe's the lunatic painterLetras de cancionesHe's the sane madmanHe's the lunatic painterHe's the sane madmanHoney is sweeter than bloodThat's what he titled his paintingThe difference between him and a madmanIs the fact that he's not madHe builds a red lobster telephoneIt makes enough sense to himCrazy Sal, that brilliant sane madmanUn Chien Andalou!He's the lunatic painterHe's the sane madmanHe's the lunatic painterHe's the sane madmanHe's the lunatic painterHe's the sane madmanHe's the lunatic painterHe's the sane madmanHe's the lunatic painterHe's the sane madmanHe's the lunatic painter!He's the sane madman! From Letras Mania