111. Mi neurona se va a Katmandú hasta el viernes, se ha cansado de mí

Ballboy
I Don't Have Time To Stand Here With You Fighting About The Size Of My Dick

I don't have time to stand here with you
Fighting about the size of my dick
I've got a meeting to get to
And a gun to pick up first

And I don't have time to stand in the rain
Fighting about all the same things again
If I don't leave now
Then I'll be too late to ever come back

And in 24 hours I've lived a hundred lives
I've shot one man dead and watched another two die
And it's touch and go if I should run or hide
And it's touch and go if I can live through the night

Well I've got the money and I've got the truck
But it's too close to call whether I've got the luck
But I'm too far in to even dream of getting back out

And I wish all the fighting
Had taken less time
I could have been in and out
We could have laughed through the night
But sometimes days can be seconds
And seconds can be your whole life

And in 24 hours I've lived a hundred lives
I've shot one man dead and watched another two die
And it's my turn now and I'm not surprised
I never thought that I would live through the night

It's not the bullet that causes the pain
It's the hole that it leaves when it comes out again
And the blood in the sunshine
Disappears just like the rain

And I'm dying for breathing
I'm blind in one eye
But here's what I choose
To take me into the night

You beautiful and drunk and singing softly to yourself
You beautiful and drunk and singing softly to yourself