Basura

You who speak of love and peace
You hide behind a curtain of words and names
You never did anything for what you think
You talk and talk until your ears are spinning

Can you imagine flying among the stars?
You smoke, you smoke because you no longer think
A poor imitation of the governed Hippie
You let the cigarettes dictate your actions

Trash, your words are trash
You lie and you lie
Trash, your words are trash
You lie and you lie
Trash

Your presence has me distraught
Philosophical women with quotes from the past
You who talk about defending the forest
You burn the grass that grows in the mountains

You who speak of our traditions
You do nothing to improve folklore
You love seeming a little weird
Your simplicity reminds me of work

Trash, your words are trash
You lie and you lie
Trash, your words are trash
You lie and you lie
Trash, your words are trash
You lie and you lie
Trash, your words are trash
You lie and you lie
Trash