Jer, poverenje je trpeza za kojom se jadni služe i kad nisu gladni, druže...
kako onda da znaš ko su ti pravi drugovi, kad je zavist uzrok mržnje, a korist uzrok ljubavi? MARCHELO - TAKAV DA MIRNO SPAVA
Now come on come all to this tragic affair Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye I'd encourage your smiles I'll expect you won't cry
Another contusion, my funeral jag Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag You've got front row seats to the penitence ball When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!