Hands in my jacket
When they load their arms
They laugh out of kindness
Tic tic and tac, it seems written on paper
My sadness will infect my jaw
The more I covet, the uglier I look
She's like a blackbird, the girl you think you can keep
Hit, hit, you press at random to make her come
Damn, tell me how to do better
Damn, tell me how to do better
I went to drown my fame since that's what pleased you
One ticket for Stella who'll suck my disappointed loves
In the heart of the cities, they call me from their Quechua
"Who-who-who are you? Some cash, not sellouts!"
Came back in the morning drenched in sweat
My body lied in the ferryman's arms
Crouched down, letting the whole pack rage
Who-who-who are you to call me names, to call me names, huh?
Damn, tell me how to do better
Damn, tell me how to do better
Chris, I don't know why you trippin'
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché