Uma música por dia

People get crushed like biscuit crumbs 

And lay down in the bitumen 

You have tried your best to please everyone 

But it just isn't happenin 

No, it just isn't happenin 

And that is fucked up, fucked up 

And this is fucked up, fucked up 

This your blind spot, blind spot 

It should be obvious, but it's not. 

But it isn't, but it isn't