Pablo Natario

Canned laughter for applause You ve opened up doors In and out of their wives In and out of your […]

Everyone Everyone around here Everyone is so near It s holding on It s holding on Everyone Everyone is so

First you say you want me Then you don t want me really Baby do I scare you Am I

So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell Blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field

You said I was Nothern scum I was wounded baby That s fighting talk where I m from And I

What do you want from me now you got me Now my fingers bleed now they stare at me I

Yo, the name is Batty The logic is erratic, Potato in a jacket, Toys in the attic, I rock and

I sucked the moon I spoke too soon And how much did it cost? I was dropped from moonbeams And

I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender I

Bones I don t want to be crippled and cracked Shoulders, wrists, knees and back Ground to dust and ash

I got this in my system Takin over My imagination Getting wider This elastication Automatic No self-preservation Pull me into

You can force it but it will not come You can taste it but it will not form You can