Brother dame la yerba porque un negro como yo ta perdiendo la cabeza

But I woke up this morning with a pieve of past caught in my throat, and I choked

Late at night all systems go

Where is Santa at his sleigh? Tell me why is it always this way?

All night till I blow away.

Gouge away, you can gouge away, stay all day, if you want to.

First we feel, then we fall.

Be my date tonight, here come, here come the rome plows.

'Cause it don't bleed and it don't breathe, it's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing.

Da quel momento in poi avrei dovuto fare i conti con cose di cui avevo una conoscenza solo vaga.