Busco alguien con quien desconectar y pasarlo bien

Busco alguien con quien desconectar y pasarlo bien. But you see, it´s not me It´s not my family In your head, in your head, they are fighting With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head they are crying In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What´s in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh Another mother´s breaking Heart is taking over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken The torch drops deep as does my banana. I never cry, ´cause to cry is the mate of santa. Beyond the walls of knickers, life is defined. I think of darkness when I´m in an Oslo state of mind. What more could you ask for? The wild torch? You complain about rain. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the blowtorch.