El era un fabricante de mentiras,

Tenía las historias de cartón.

Su vida era una fábula de lata,

Sus ojos eran luces de neón.

Y nunca tengas fe,

Que sus mentiras pueden traer dolor.

Ella era un típica inocente,

Zapatos, negros, medias de algodón,

Que sólo era feliz en el colegio,

Que nunca tuvo en su piel amor.

Inútil es decir

Que lo que le dijeron lo creyó.

te amo con el alma, pajerill ♥

I read the news today oh, boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords

I saw a film today oh, boy
The English army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read the book
I love to turn you on.

Woke up, got out of bed
dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
and looking up, I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream

I read the news today oh, boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall
I'd love to turn you on

GRACIAS DE NUEVO ♥