Cállate Mark (Vivo)

Callate, Mark
Está dedicado al tipo que mató a George... a John Lennon
A George Harrison, ja, ja, ja, ja
¡Yeah!

Well, hello, Mark
Well, it's dark, so dark
In your cell, right now

Well, hello, Mark
Well, you're cold, so cold
In your heart right now

But in your brain
There's a neon light, hot light
It's burning the hell out of you boy
It's making you see the light

It will drive you insane, Mark
It'll do in your brain, Mark
It will take you down the drain, Mark
Where it's dark, dark, dark

Well, hello, Mark
You're thinking of trees
And in a walkway
Of the birds and the bees

And I could pity you, hate you
Or spit in your eyes
I can think the same things
Tell the same lies

So, shut up, Mark
Shut up, Mark
Shut up, Mark
Shut up

Well, well, well
I've found out
Well, well, well
I've found this out
That hero means nothing to me
That hero is unlike me

Shut up, Mark
Shut up, Mark
Shut up, Mark
Shut up