Tell me your weakness Oh, I keep it a secret Oh come on, just one vice Ok, it's vodka on ice But then there's women on bikes, or just the women who straddle Oh, now you are a handful I forgot about handfuls
Tell me your fears Okay, it's everyone here You mean just all of the people Yeah, and all of their peers And all of their pets, and their chandeliers And their cigarettes, I haven't smoked in years
I can hardly stand the sight of it all I can hardly stand the sound of it all I can hardly stand the taste of it all I can hardly stand the smell of it all
Talk about space Well it's a beautiful place But it's so damn cold Just for the human race, but for the planets and the stars And everything else and Mars It's like paradise, spread out with a butter knife
(2x) I can hardly stand the sight of it all I can hardly stand the sound of it all I can hardly stand the taste of it all I can hardly stand the smell of it all
Everyone's fucked and they don't even know
Raquel Sant'ana
Compositor: Ryan Lee Guldemond ECAD: Obra #13022364