| quinta-feira, dezembro 11, 2003 |
Trust-no-1
Ainda a pensar que há soporíferos na comida, que organizações secretas ligadas ao governo utilizam a tecnologia Via Verde para ler as nossas mentes, decidi, mesmo sabendo que estou a ser filmado, arriscar a minha pacata vida adulta para vos mostrar algo que ocupava o meu walkman, no tempo em que a pressão de ar dos pneus da minha bicicleta e o tamanho das rodinhas do skate eram assuntos de extrema importância.
I never said I don't like religion-I just don't like TV
You say I got a bad attitude-around you that comes naturally
You say I need more compassion-I can forgive, I just can't forget
You say control my temper-but when I feel like shit, I feel like shit
Why can't I ask any questions if what you say is true
Am I supposed to believe everything-or just everything said by you?
And how can you call me stupid-when you don't understand what I say
And how can you call me evil-have you spoken to God today-
And what did He say?
You can call me ugly-but I still dress the way I choose
How you gonna judge me-you've never taken a walk in my shoes
Why don't you ever trust me when I'm smiling-is it a sin to have fun?
And why should I repent when there's nothin' wrong with anything that I've
done?
Naquele tempo, achava que a Verdade salvava toda a gente.
Ainda a pensar que há soporíferos na comida, que organizações secretas ligadas ao governo utilizam a tecnologia Via Verde para ler as nossas mentes, decidi, mesmo sabendo que estou a ser filmado, arriscar a minha pacata vida adulta para vos mostrar algo que ocupava o meu walkman, no tempo em que a pressão de ar dos pneus da minha bicicleta e o tamanho das rodinhas do skate eram assuntos de extrema importância.
I never said I don't like religion-I just don't like TV
You say I got a bad attitude-around you that comes naturally
You say I need more compassion-I can forgive, I just can't forget
You say control my temper-but when I feel like shit, I feel like shit
Why can't I ask any questions if what you say is true
Am I supposed to believe everything-or just everything said by you?
And how can you call me stupid-when you don't understand what I say
And how can you call me evil-have you spoken to God today-
And what did He say?
You can call me ugly-but I still dress the way I choose
How you gonna judge me-you've never taken a walk in my shoes
Why don't you ever trust me when I'm smiling-is it a sin to have fun?
And why should I repent when there's nothin' wrong with anything that I've
done?
Naquele tempo, achava que a Verdade salvava toda a gente.
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