Pod de Abacaxi

This pineapple pod is shit, you know that, bitch
If I don't have any silk, I'll put it on a Bible page
I never understood what this God is up to when he leaves people without food
I realized I was young but I don't care about my life anymore

And I know, it's going to be hard to find a job
They don't walk with me because they're afraid
I'm a junkie, fucked up, I'm gonna die early
I don't care who comes to my funeral

I want all that silver, damn it, that's mine
My mother will wonder, why did her brother die?
I hope she doesn't cry, the world fucked me over
If there is a heaven, how sorry I am for God

I never liked your God
And she calls me God
And fuck your God
I call myself your God

And I know, it's going to be hard to find a job
They don't walk with me because they're afraid
I'm a junkie, fucked up, I'm gonna die early
I don't care who comes to my funeral

I want all that silver, damn it, that's mine
My mother will wonder, why did her brother die?
I hope she doesn't cry, the world fucked me over
If there is a heaven, how sorry I am for God