Opening the door that faces the street I see cats flying around and a couple a sleep There are baby taxi drivers with naked bare feet Policemen knocking doors yelling trick or treat
There are priests passing by selling drugs and meat And there are ships in the sky throwing bombs and fees
I try to convince my self that its just imagination But my mum says that’s its just a new invention
Close the door, close the door please please I just don' t want to see things that I don' t believe
Help me We' re just killing time This can' t be real
Opening the door that faces the street I see buildings falling down while people hide and seek There are rich colored ties sniffing drugs before they meet Martires joining parties with make up on their cheeks
There are murderers signing contracts for the cable tv And Cell phones selling emotions pay two one is free
I try to convince myself that its just imagination But my mum says it’s just a new invention
Close the door close the door please please I just don' t want to see things that I don' t believe
Help me We' re just killing time This can' t be real (Close the door close the door please please (I just don' t want to see things that I don' t believe)
credits
from TC,
released March 15, 2007
Recorded & Mixed by Enrico Berto at Mushroom Studio
Artwork by Francesco Zanet (www.zanetphoto.com)
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