Metáforas de Una Ficción Magnífica .

Say my name, and his in the same breath, I Dare you to say they taste the same, let the leaves fall off in the summer and let December glow feel flames. Brace myself and let go, start it over again in Mexico. These friends, they don’t love you, they just love the hotel suites, now. I don’t care what you think, as long as it’s about me. The best of us can find happiness in misery. Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance, I’m not a chance, but a heat wave in your pants, pull a breath like another cigarette, palms up, I’m trading ‘em. I’m the oracle in my chest, let the guitar scream like a fascist, sweat it out, shut your mouth, free love on the streets, but in the alley and I ain’t that cheap, now.