Clipe do dia

Cante junto!

Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.

You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.

And when your hand is on your heart,

You're nearly a good laugh,

Almost a joker,

With your head head down in the pig bin,

Saying, "keep on digging."

Pig stain on your fat chin.

What do you hope to find?

When you're down in the pig mine,

You're nearly a laugh,

You're nearly a laugh,

But you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.

You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are

You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.

You're nearly a good laugh,

Almost worth a quick grin

You like the feel of steel,

You're hot stuff with a hat pin,

And you're good fun with a hand gun.

You're nearly a laugh,

You're nearly a laugh

But you're really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse,

Ha ha charade you are

You house proud town mouse,

Ha ha charade you are

You're trying to keep our feelings off the street

You're nearly a real treat,

All tight lips and cold feet,

And do you feel abused?

You gotta stem the evil tide,

And keep it all on the inside.

Mary you're nearly a treat,

Mary you're nearly a treat

But you're really a cry.

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Cante Junto!

Hello,

Is there anybody in there?

Just nod if you can hear me

Is there anyone at home?

Come on now

I hear you're feeling down

Well, I can ease your pain

And get you on your feet again

Relax

I'll need some information first

Just the basic facts

Can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain, you are receding

A distant ship's smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child I had a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons

Now I've got that feeling once again

I can't explain, you would not understand

This is not how I am

I have become comfortably numb

I have become comfortably numb

O.K.

Just a little pin prick

There'll be no more...aaaaaaaah!

But you might feel a little sick

Can you stand up?

I do belive it's working, good

That'll keep you going, through the show

Come on it's time to go.

 

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship's smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child

I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown

The dream is gone

And I have become

Comfortably numb.