É foda
(errou. tente aqui, agora)
God took the stars and he tossed 'em
Can't tell the birds from the blossoms
You'll never be free of me
He'll make a tree from me
Don't say good bye to me
Describe the sky to me
And if the sky falls, mark my words
We'll catch mocking birds
Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me
(Green Grass, do último disco de Tomotherfucker Waits, Real Gone)
Quando escuto a convocação divina
sinto vontade de latir pros vizinhos.
