| Lyrics: | Little queen beware, fashion tempers flare,
and they light up with a brilliant glare
page
after page, after page, after page,
after page.
A hollow vase only costs ten pounds
but
an empty vessel makes the loudest sound,
and you have to get heard in this loudest of
towns-
or go under.
We don't care if you can't pay,
we don't care what you've got to
say,
we don't hear when you cry out-
Our smiles are hollowed out.
Let's talk about
me.
(Vamos a hablar de ti)
Let's talk about me.
(Vamos a hablar de ti)
The people
look like ghouls in the neon light,
get the big city blues every single night.
World gone
crazy? It was never sane- not now,
not ever.
Bars full of couples not talking to each
other,
seeking solitude in the company of others. |
