domingo, 14 de janeiro de 2007

They told me I couldn’t come back here again
Took me for some kind of fool
Said I was doing things that never should be done
But I don’t care about their rules

As if I cared about the little minds
In the little heads of the herd
There’s nothing you could dream
Would be more absurd

I don’t know what it is they’re trying to do to me
Make me into some sick joke
But no one’s laughing
And least of all not me
It’s hard to laugh as you choke

Eels

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