There you stand with your L.A. tan
And your New York walk and your New York talk
You're mother left you when you were small
But you're gonna wish you wasn't born at all
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Your phone don't ring no one answers your call
How does it feel to be off the wall
Well your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads your lies
But you can't pull strings if your hands are tied
Well your teeth are clean but your mind is capped
You leave your smell like an alley cat
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Un mundo inventado, un autor desconocido. Un tiempo ficcional. Un murmullo irreal. Nada es real, nadie es inventado
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junio 01, 2006
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