Atalhos de Campo


A retalho

I'm selling my memoirs, I'm
writing it down
If no one will pay me I'll burn down the town
I'll rent out an aircraft and 
print  on the sky
If God likes my story then 
maybe He'll buy
I'm buying a ticket for places unknown
It's only a one-way, I'm not coming home
She's swallowed my secret and taken my name
To follow my footsteps and knobble me lame