Sweet Sympathy
usar uma argola no umbigo
tingir-me de purpurina
e andar pela rua contigo
quero furar o mamilo
tatuar um peixe no braço
afirmar lá o meu estilo
e demarcar o meu espaço
eu quero ser afro-zulu
mostrar na pele o meu tabu
eu quero usar um brilhante
nas nuvens do céu da boca
mas a minha mãe não gosta
porque é demasiado barroca
ela não sabe a angústia
que esta diferença me poupa
não vou ser o zombie cinzento
que ela tem no guarda roup
Albert Flasher
I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people
And I offered myself to the world
I was a workshop owner
I was a workshop owner
I was a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel, diesel fixed me
What a weasel
And baby was a workshop owner
Baby was a workshop owner
Baby and me were ripe for the pickin'
That was the day we ran into Albert Flasher
It was a cold, snowy, rainy afternoon
And we were sittin' there in high school, my school
And Michael was a moonbeam maker
And Michael was a moonbeam maker
I was a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel, diesel fixed me
What a weasel, oh no
Baby was a workshop owner
Baby was a workshop owner
Baby and me were ripe for the pickin'
That was the day we ran into Albert Flasher
I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people
And I offered myself to the world
I was a workshop owner
I was a workshop owner
I was a workshop owner