Cultura Porno Disney
Alan Sutton y las criaturitas de la ansiedad
Porno Disney Culture
It was Mickey Mouse and porn on the internet
That ruined your mind and now you can't fuck
Without imitating
Nor enjoying your skin
Or maybe it was the pesticide in yesterday's vegetable
Or perhaps it was your parents
The truth, it doesn't matter what
But you're really screwed up
But who isn't? But who isn't?
If someone claims to be sane, they're the craziest in the room
Yes or no? Yes or no?
It's the price we pay after killing God
And if science, politics, or faith serve you
Or maybe astrology, love, or TV
No matter what, if you don't believe, you explode
From Tin Marín, from Do Pingüe
Cúcara Mácara, puppet, it was
It wasn't me, it was Teté
Guilt doesn't exist, I made it up
I left, I left, don't look for me
Where to, it doesn't matter, I already forgot
And I lost you and I'm thirsty
I dug the hole myself and then buried myself
From Tin Marín, from Do Pingüe
Cúcara Mácara, puppet, it was
It wasn't me, it was Teté
Guilt doesn't exist, I made it up
I left, I left, don't look for me
Where to, it doesn't matter, I already forgot
And I lost you and I'm thirsty
I dug the hole myself and then buried myself
But who isn't? But who isn't?
If someone claims to be sane, they're the craziest in the room
Yes or no? Yes or no?
It's the price we pay after having killed—
(Well, we got it)
(Nani?)
One, two, three, four
Thank you
One, two, three, four
Thank you
One, two, three, four
Thank you
One, two, three, four
Thank you
