Solitária
A Banda Mais Bonita da Cidade
Lonely
When you read this note
I'll already be at the bus station
Maybe even on the highway
I traveled to a town
Called Lonely
I’m tired of being a puppet, damn it
I’m tired of being so mistreated
I’m tired of being a puppet, damn it
I’m tired of being so mistreated
I left steak and rice in the microwave
Flushed that rose down the toilet
And I left the ring for you to pay the bills
I’m not taking my phone or my toothbrush
Just your razor blade
And a hopelessness
When I get there, I’ll be drunk on kerosene
I’ll shave my head until I lose my mind
I’ll commit harakiri
Even knowing that right now you’re laughing
I’ll commit harakiri
Even knowing that right now you’re laughing
Extravagance, lovers, debts, separations
Claims of incest, death by fever
If you want to be a guitarist for Iron Maiden
If you want to be a guitarist for Iron Maiden
You need to know you’re not invulnerable, that they’ll
Make you bleed and cut you, never stitch you up
You’re old in pain, turning your bleeding into tears
You put your hands in the flames
Gave your hands on a platter to the paddle
You committed harakiri and the show hasn’t even hit halfway
I left steak and rice in the microwave
Flushed that rose down the toilet
And I left the ring for you to pay the bills
I’m not taking my phone or my toothbrush
Just your razor blade
And a hopelessness
When I get there, I’ll be drunk on kerosene
I’ll shave my head until I lose my mind
I’ll commit harakiri
Even knowing that right now you’re laughing
I’ll commit harakiri
Even knowing that right now you’re laughing