Eu, perdedor nato...
Você lembra do meu rosto?
Em meio a essa coisa toda do cotidiano
Não sei nem mais qual é o tom da minha voz

Fico na duvida
Se meus passos... valem o chão que eu gasto
Um avião vazio
Poderia cair em cima de mim

Tenho pesadelos
Nos quais eu vivo pra sempre
Nessa angustia
de acordar e dançar

Nos dias que passam em branco
No meu rosto sem sentido

Sozinho,
sozinho...
Eu canto uma música que ninguem mais sabe
pra me afundar um pouco mais

Pra mim, voltar não é mais uma coisa real

NOFX - Liza and Louise

Liza's had enough of men,
She says, she won't get burned again,
She says, they don't know how to fuck,
Her last boyfriend, the shmuck,
Shared with her a nice disease,
Kept her passive, on her knees,
Till one day she took his car,
And drove it to the city.

Liza had put down a few,
When she met this girl named Lou,
Who convinced her to go home with her,
She said, "My name's Louise,
Now would you take your clothes off please?
I wanna take you to the moon and back,
So get on your back."

With a flick of the tongue,
She made her scream,
She made her laugh ,
She made her dance,
She was happy for the first time,
And you know she wanted more.

Now with her legs spread wider,
She needed to have Louise inside her,
She said, "I'll never forget the first time you kissed me,
Now I want you to fist me."
Louise didn't need a second invitation,
She knew just what to do,
Yeah she knew just what to do.
Liza had cum a few times before,
But she had never even seen the door,
Into the world of pleasures of the flesh,
She felt just like 16,
And her life before now was a dream,

Or even a nightmare that's over and done,
Just like warm healing rays,
Shining from the sun.

They make her beam,
They make her laugh,
They make her dance.
She was happy for the first time,
And you know she wanted more.
You know she wanted more.
You know she wanted more.

É só dor na bexiga, eu não mudaria nada não.

Quando chega na estação
se esvazia o vagão.
Quieto, só escutando
o barulho do vento
fica o maquinista
olhando sozinho
todo o movimento
ir embora
em direção
que ele nem imagina.

Um dia eu me econtro
quem sabe na fila do mercado?
Comprando peixes e frutas,
sorrindo para o lado. Caixa de bombom.

Pode ser que tenha algo
pra me contar.
Talvez me diga
que no fundo não consegui mudar.

Pode ser que eu ainda procure alguma coisa,
pode ser que eu tenha descoberto o que é.