Hay gente que tiene los cojones cuadrados, o lo que a veces es lo mismo, que tiene la cara mas dura que el hormigon armado, pero, presentarse en mitad de una concentracion feminista con un cartel que reza "plancha mi camiseta, zorra" no me parece la mejor manera de demostrarlo. En fin, hay maneras mejores de morir, y menos dolorosas.
Artista: Poets of the fall Titulo: Late goodbye Album: Signs of life
In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer's eyes On the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies Lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by
And we keep driving into the night It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye And we keep driving into the night It's a late goodbye
Your breath hot upon my cheeck, and we crossed, that line You made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by
And we keep driving into the night It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye And we keep driving into the night It's a late goodbye
The devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt us Points at your flaming hair, and then we're playing hide and seek I can't breathe easy here, less our trail's gone cold behind us Till' in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak
And we keep driving into the night It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye And we keep driving into the night It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye And we keep driving into the night It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye And we keep driving into the night It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye...
