Pedro Fandango and the Endangered Spotted Owls

Pedro Fandango
Was raised out in the wild by endangered spotted owls
Everybody knows
That you don't fuck with Pedro, no one fucks with Pedro
You could be his girl
If you keep the lights off, he's no good with feelings
He'll buy you the world
But at eight bucks an hour Paris ain't included

Separate yourself
Pedro is an addict tweaking for attention
He fabricates his smell
He'll douse himself in perfume so you never see him coming
That boys life was hell
His parents left him stranded in the back of their old Buick
Now Pedro knows what sells
And he's always on the corner struttin' in his tight white pants

I'm begging for silence
Just need some place to rest my head
I don't want no violence
But I can't speak for the endangered spotted owls

Pedro's got some friends
Chilling in the tree tops staring through your window
They know how this ends
They've seen it all before and now they're seeing it again

Innocence is dead
She never saw it coming strangled by her second cousin
Her heart tastes better than her head
Her heart tastes better than her head
Her heart tastes better
Heart tasters better
Her heart tastes better than her head

I'm begging for silence
Just need some place to dump these skulls
Infatuated with violence
Born and raised by the endangered spotted owls



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Christopoulos
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