Friday, November 07, 2008

Un Pulp con todo, por favor...

Y un viernes sin atlas ni mapas…

(Por cierto, esta peli sí que es mala pero el video me gusta. Estaba en el yutub pero se escuchaba re mal y Trinity lo compuso, me lo mandó y lo subí. Igual dejo la rola abajo pa que la bajen, dénle un piquete al título)

Like a Friend
Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes - again
Every time I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now,
Wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time,
Like some cheap magazine,
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean
I've done this before
And I will do it again
Come on and kill me baby,while you smile like a friend
And I'll come running,
Just to do it again
You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the train I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've gotta stay til the end
Let me tell you now, It's lucky for you that we're friends…