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And in the end we bend but easily breakWhen the forest circuit shortsAnd the wolves surround your wired portsOf Jupiter, your storm is naught!UV laser beams can dance all nightJust quarantine the chief and squawsAnd email every breath he drawsTo the ringtone-maker in New YorkBleating wilderness so festive-likeAwake, Hiawatha, as the howling diesHelicopter purring like a mammoth childI think we'll put casinos hereMake the reservation disappearJust swap your tomahawks for tablets, dearWade the insect carpet I can make friendsNow tear gas billows as you crawlI see kevlar through the acrid wallSeems the rain dance worked out after allBloodshot eagle spasm all the way downSo curb these addictions, Big-Sea-Water shineLetras de cancionesInformation sickness of a worthless kindPale face and Pepsi wavethe gentle humThis is what will happen when the waters comeAnd it's on with the contractYou lose enough; all becomes abstractBelieve me boy,I circled round the sunBefore I made the savageOnomatopoeiaIn the bedroom I discovered Pink amongst the rushes carried byThe stork I helped deliver youIn teepees we erected aflameAnd we can stop, stop, find the spillageDrop your iPod, save the villageThrashing in a bowl of your germsDon't need a flag, map, army, anthemCarve a peopleliquor ransomJesus, we knew just who we wereAnd in the end we bend but easily breakWe're taking to the trees and holesAnd the orphan boy is comin' homeReek of smoke signals and microphonesCrown of feathers pressed against the warm glassAnd yeah, you've got bubonic plague plagueBut a purple heart is all the rage rageNobody likes an earthquake, Craig CraigIt's just a vision that you'll have to trustSo pout, Hiawatha like you smell the treesWe can get that totem sponsored easilyPale face and Pepsi wavethe gentle humThis is what will happen when the waters comeAnd it's on with the contractYou lose enough; all becomes abstractBelieve me boy,I circled round the sunBefore I made the savageOnomatopoeiaIn the bedroom I discovered Pink amongst the rushes carried byThe stork I helped deliver youIn teepees we erected aflameAnd we can stop thisThrashing in a bowl of your germsDon't need an atlasJesus we knew just who we wereAnd we can stop, son, find the spillageDrop your iPod, save the villageThrashing in a bowl of your germsDon't need a flag, map, army, anthemCarve a peopleliquor ransomJesus, we knew just who we wereAnd in the end we bend but easily break From Letras Mania