Cola de Mono
Spinetta Jade
Monkey Tail
Your monkey tail is so bittersweet
Your conversation is so scripted
Your mouth overflows with geometry
Your worthless jewel is fake
The moon turns green
And the city devours your desire
You're not on the phone
The radio turned gray
I want to get out of here
Plastic dreams
Fall for some reason
The sky records everything, baby!
The marble column of your thoughts
Will have to give in to that movement
A pink pill will make you divisible
But for mom
You'll always be unmistakable
Your cocktail doesn't seem so cool anymore
Pollution has been unleashed
Your mess has moved
I want to get out of here
I can't conceive that there's no solution
Stop pretending, baby no no!
