Bruce Est Dans Le Brouillard

The-the girl with silicone breasts
Stomps her foot, ay qué cabrón
Points to the sky excited, she wants him to do the same
As long as he gets hard in response
And-and we hear the explosion
Five or six of these kids are keeping a close eye on things to do the same
Do the same, do the same

Bruce is in the fog
Not really sure what he wants anymore
Bruce is in the fog
Not really sure what he wants to see

He-he has facial tics now
Let him dream about his boat
The faces look the same
He laughs and cries all together
His-his-his friends vape with their chins down
But he secretly dreams of the weight
If the smoke came under the doors, it would be the same
Would be the same, would be the same

Bruce is in the fog
Not really sure what he wants anymore
Bruce Is in the fog
No longer quite sure of what he wants to see

Bruce is in the fog
No longer quite sure of what he wants
Bruce is in the fog
No longer quite sure of what he wants to see

Ah, Bruce, oh, Bruce, oh, Bruce, oh, Bruce