quinta-feira, 13 de agosto de 2009

Quinta sem lei

Raivosa, nem um exército de 7 países seguraria esta quinta mais sem lei do que a passada.

I'm gonna fight 'em off. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. They're gonna rip it off, taking their time right behind my back. And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget. Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette. And the message coming from my eyes says leave it alone. Don't want to hear about it. Every single one's got a story to tell. Everyone knows about it: from the Queen of England to the hounds of hell. And if I catch it coming back my way I'm gonna serve it to you. And that ain't what you want to hear but that's what I'll do. And a feeling coming from my bones says find a home. I'm going to Wichita. Far from this opera forevermore. I'm gonna work the straw, make the sweat drip out of every pore. And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, right before the Lord. All the words are gonna bleed from me and I will think no more. And the stains coming from my blood tell me "go back home".

2 comentários:

Fernanda S. disse...

Desculpa... mas gosto dessa tb!
O que acontece, hein?!

Louise disse...

gol do Caco, gente!!

Amo White Stripes!