La Pequeña Muerte
Aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah-aah-oh-oh-oh
Well, the need that you feel, on a reel to reel
It's a laugh, it's a cry, for some the reason why
But is the tape rolling?
Is the company controlling?
When solo in your room you really cry
Aah-aah, yeah
Aah-aah-aah-aah-oh-oh-oh
So, let's get down to brass tacks
You're never safe from sneak attacks
On your intelligence, vanity and soul
'Cause when some fucker in a mood
Hears the songs, writes something rude
Then you find a spade and dig yourself a hole
Or a hole in yor arm
Lots of pleasure, lost more harm
Plus ego, madness, sadness, lots of love
Aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah-aah-oh-oh-oh
Well the things that you see, exposed on your L.P
For you are the same on either side, one and two
But some cunt's interpretation
Could just ruin your reputation
Left alone, with no place to hide
Aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah-aah-oh-oh-oh
So I am just like me
Lonely, sad and free
To choose my little deaths from day to day, that's right
And I often think of you
And I hope you'll make it too
But the smallest death of all is on its way
What do I say now?
Aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah-aah-oh-oh-oh
That's right, I think
Aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah-aah-oh-oh-oh
CBS, EMI
Aah-aah-aah-aah-oh-oh-oh
Well, the need that you feel, on a reel to reel
It's a laugh, it's a cry, for some the reason why
But is the tape rolling?
Is the company controlling?
When solo in your room you really cry
Aah-aah, yeah
Aah-aah-aah-aah-oh-oh-oh
So, let's get down to brass tacks
You're never safe from sneak attacks
On your intelligence, vanity and soul
'Cause when some fucker in a mood
Hears the songs, writes something rude
Then you find a spade and dig yourself a hole
Or a hole in yor arm
Lots of pleasure, lost more harm
Plus ego, madness, sadness, lots of love
Aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah-aah-oh-oh-oh
Well the things that you see, exposed on your L.P
For you are the same on either side, one and two
But some cunt's interpretation
Could just ruin your reputation
Left alone, with no place to hide
Aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah-aah-oh-oh-oh
So I am just like me
Lonely, sad and free
To choose my little deaths from day to day, that's right
And I often think of you
And I hope you'll make it too
But the smallest death of all is on its way
What do I say now?
Aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah-aah-oh-oh-oh
That's right, I think
Aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah-aah-oh-oh-oh
CBS, EMI
Credits
Writer(s): Gustavo Daffunchio German, Luca Prodan
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