Celofan

I don't have a social security number.
I don't mess with the IRS.
The power's out. No gas.
Everything breaks and I have to rehearse.
And my dad warned me:
"Don't hook up with rock music...
sing boleros if they want to eat..."
Envelopes with cellophane. They're screwed.
Half-assed smile. Damn it.
Soup and rock...
Yesterday I played in Chapadmalal
and the edge is not there.
"Did you really meet Slash? Yes?
They're doing so well!!"
Half-assed smile and damn it.
Soup and rock.
We recorded the album in Pakistan
and the edge is not there.