Callate, Mark
Está dedicado al tipo que mató a George... a John Lennon
A George Harrison, ja, ja, ja, ja
¡Yeah!
Well, hello, Mark
Well, it's dark, so dark
In your cell, right now
Well, hello, Mark
Well, you're cold, so cold
In your heart right now
But in your brain
There's a neon light, hot light
It's burning the hell out of you boy
It's making you see the light
It will drive you insane, Mark
It'll do in your brain, Mark
It will take you down the drain, Mark
Where it's dark, dark, dark
Well, hello, Mark
You're thinking of trees
And in a walkway
Of the birds and the bees
And I could pity you, hate you
Or spit in your eyes
I can think the same things
Tell the same lies
So, shut up, Mark
Shut up, Mark
Shut up, Mark
Shut up
Well, well, well
I've found out
Well, well, well
I've found this out
That hero means nothing to me
That hero is unlike me
Shut up, Mark
Shut up, Mark
Shut up, Mark
Shut up
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