Letras: No Use For A Name. Leche Con Carne!. Leave It Behind.
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When we came here it was done, I felt completely useless
Never learned to quite adjust and all along they knew this
Carousel would someday stop and throw us off in anger
I guess I didn't think I'd ever see this sitcom dramedy
They wrote the script for us already
It's not the time that makes us guilty
It's all done, the hatreds built, the walls divide
And when I die I'll leave you with these
Animals that think the future's in their minds
It's in their minds but they're so blind
And so I leave it behind, ecological man-made crime
And so I leave you behind to these miraculous, intelligent,
Incredible, extrodinary minds
Junk mail stacked into the sky, recycled paper and plastic
Then we said that we would try, decreasing figures were drastic
But it didn't do much good, nobody cares about it
Not much emotion in my neighborhoold, my apartment's made
of wood I haven't given more than I could
It's not the time that makes us guilty
It's the ones before the ones that lit the fuse
Cancer causing smog injecting in the vein
that makes the world go round so fast
And you won't last, its in the past
When we came here it was done, I felt completely useless
Never learned to quite adjust and all along they knew this
Carousel would someday stop and throw us off in anger
I guess I didn't think I'd ever see this sitcom dramedy
They wrote the script for us already
It's not the time that makes us guilty
It's all done, the hatreds built, the walls divide
And when I die I'll leave you with these
Animals that think the future's in their minds
It's in their minds but they're so blind
And so I leave it behind, ecological man-made crime
And so I leave you behind to these miraculous, intelligent,
Incredible, extrodinary minds
Junk mail stacked into the sky, recycled paper and plastic
Then we said that we would try, decreasing figures were drastic
But it didn't do much good, nobody cares about it
Not much emotion in my neighborhoold, my apartment's made
of wood I haven't given more than I could
It's not the time that makes us guilty
It's the ones before the ones that lit the fuse
Cancer causing smog injecting in the vein
that makes the world go round so fast
And you won't last, its in the past
No Use For A Name