26 February 2006

The smell of revolution failed...

...Is blowing through my window
When we're writing Constitutions
They're shooting up mosquitoes
Viva Sandanista now is Hola Americanos
And there isn't decent housing
We order in from Dominos


Have you ever wanted to quit your job, rent out your place, pack up all your shit and go to central america until the money runs out? My buddie did, and he did.

Dinner in San Juan del Sol
With Commandant de Zero
Some tell me he's a killer
Some tell me he's a hero
They go to make the movie
It'll star Bobby Deniro
I'm over that machismo shit
Yo soy grande maricon

On the iPod:
Son Volt, Trace
Tom Waits, Closing Time

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