Gritarte

(Today I don't know) the dead are rappelling
(Today I don't know) cars are made of honey
(Today I don't know) my house hides a brothel
(Today I don't know) garbage smells like Chanel

I want to scream at you in the face
That nothing is right here
I want to scream at you in the face
That nothing is right here
Nothing is right
Nothing is right
Nothing is

(Today I don't know) the priest is flying again
(Today I don't know) the parrot is preaching to me
(Today I don't know) if you were science or fiction
(Today I don't know) we have to start over

I want to scream at you in the face
That nothing is right here
I want to scream at you in the face
That nothing is right here
Nothing is right

Nothing is right
Nothing is right
Nothing is right
Nothing is right