Not Hurt - AFN Peso

Have you ever died in a nightmare Woke up surprised you hadn't earned your fate Have you ever felt like Atlas, thrown your back out on the axis Collapsed and thrown the planet away Everyone's just blood in an ice-tray A vampire pickin' flowers out in the sun Run your diagnostic tests its positive nobody dies agnostic But we still dial 9-1-1 Now we're singin' ooooh Could you take a look at me? Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? Now we're singin' ooooh Whatever you think of me If you were in my shoes You'd walk the same damn mile I do We're only tuning to the tone of a bell-curve now Ask not for whom it tolls And with my head up in the clouds I can see so much ground And from here you look like ants in a row It doesn't take a killer to murder It only takes the reason to kill We've all got evidence of innocence Its everything's coincidence the difference twixt fate and free will Is the way you're singin' ooooh Could you take a look at me? Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? Now we're singin' ooooh Whatever you think of me If you were in my shoes You'd walk the same damn mile I do (Oh, oh right) So if you wash your hands of where You've been until you flood the second floor Neatly fold your skeletons but still can't shut the closet door The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough So evil ones should get a little more Yeah, could you take a look at me? Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? Now we're singin' yeah Whatever you think of me If the shoe fits would you walk that mile Or you can put it on the other foot it's the same size Yeah oh, oh could you take a look at me? Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? Now we're singin' yeah Whatever you think of me If you were in my shoes You'd see I wear the same size as you (Oh oh right) La la la, la la la la la, la la

Esa mi Bartola, venga pa'ca Aquí está su chancludo, tenga la bondad Mira Bartola Ahí te dejo esos dos pesos Paga la renta El teléfono y la luz De lo que sobre Coge de ahí para tu gasto Guárdame el resto Pa' comprarme mi ali-pus El dinero que yo gano Toditito te lo doy Te doy peso sobre peso Siempre hasta llegar a dos Tú no aprecias mis centavos Y lo gastas que da horror Yo por eso no soy rico Por ser despilfarrador Échale mi Bartola, ¿no? Pa' la otra me obedece Mira Bartola Ahí te dejo estos dos pesos Y ya lo oyó, paga la renta El teléfono y la luz, ¿no? De lo que sobre Coge de ahí para tu gasto Y guárdeme el resto Pa' comprarme mi ali-pus ¿no? Si te alcanza pa' la criada Po's le pagas de un jalón Tienes peso sobre peso Aunque no pasen de dos Guárdate algo pa' mañana Que hay que ser conservador Ya verás cómo te ahorras Pa' un abrigo de visón Échale mi Bartola, ¿no?