Idioma Origen:
Diamonds and fast cars
Money to burn
I got my head in the clouds
I got these thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the sand
I got a house on the hill
I got a headache like a mother
Twice the price of my thrills
An it´s a cold day,
It´s a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell
Can you give me a lift
An I´ll try to paint a story
Got your pictures to tell
Yeah you got to make a living
With what you bring yourself to sell
I got some genuine
Imitation
Bad Apples
Free sample
For your peace o´ mind
Only $9.95
I got my camera back from customs
Got my law fees up to date
Hell they musta seen me comin´
Ain´t this life so fuckin´ great
When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I´m a frequent flyer
My body´s breathing while it can
But what I don´t understand is that
My world ain´t gettin´ no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody´s talkin´
Hell I´m just another guy
If it were up to me
I´d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
Gold and caviar
Now why´nt you pour my apathy
I´d have all my bases covered
If I could teach my hands to see
But now we´re down in the deep end
Where they´d love to watch you drown
I said your laundry could use washing
We´ll hang it up all over town
I said Hollywood´s like a dryer
An we´re down on Sunset Strip
An you´ll be suckin´ down the Clorox
´Til your life´s all nice and crisp
When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I´m a frequent flyer
My body´s breathing while it can
But what I don´t understand is that
My world ain´t gettin´ no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody´s talkin´
Hell I´m just another guy
If it were up to me
I´d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I´m a frequent flyer
My body´s breathing while it can
But what I don´t understand is that
My world ain´t gettin´ no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody´s talkin´
Hell I´m just another guy
If it were up to me
I´d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
BOY!!
Idioma Destino:
Diamonds and fast cars
Money to burn
I got my head in the clouds
I got these thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the sand
I got a house on the hill
I got a headache like a mother
Twice the price of my thrills
An it´s a cold day,
It´s a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell
Can you give me a lift
An I´ll try to paint a story
Got your pictures to tell
Yeah you got to make a living
With what you bring yourself to sell
I got some genuine
Imitation
Bad Apples
Free sample
For your peace o´ mind
Only $9.95
I got my camera back from customs
Got my law fees up to date
Hell they musta seen me comin´
Ain´t this life so fuckin´ great
When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I´m a frequent flyer
My body´s breathing while it can
But what I don´t understand is that
My world ain´t gettin´ no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody´s talkin´
Hell I´m just another guy
If it were up to me
I´d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
Gold and caviar
Now why´nt you pour my apathy
I´d have all my bases covered
If I could teach my hands to see
But now we´re down in the deep end
Where they´d love to watch you drown
I said your laundry could use washing
We´ll hang it up all over town
I said Hollywood´s like a dryer
An we´re down on Sunset Strip
An you´ll be suckin´ down the Clorox
´Til your life´s all nice and crisp
When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I´m a frequent flyer
My body´s breathing while it can
But what I don´t understand is that
My world ain´t gettin´ no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody´s talkin´
Hell I´m just another guy
If it were up to me
I´d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I´m a frequent flyer
My body´s breathing while it can
But what I don´t understand is that
My world ain´t gettin´ no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody´s talkin´
Hell I´m just another guy
If it were up to me
I´d say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
BOY!!