It’s whatcha don’t say. It’s whatcha don’t do. I’m shaking my head. I’m banging it too!
You’re not making any sense. You’re all on the defense. Words are spinning out like a landlocked trout.
You are mad at the world and it’s pretty absurd, firing off shots at shadows and what not.
I got my head down now, don’t dare make a sound. Desperately looking for some higher ground.
Tried to make my case, I lost that race. Here you come again, all back in my face.
Is this reality? Feels like brutality. Lost rationality. Don’t want to be a casualty!
Ay caramba! Gonna get me some tequila!
I need a chica who doesn’t beat me like a pinata
I’ll leave tomorrow and see what I can borrow
No time for broken hearts or sorrow