Musik is a Cheap Whore
Where is your art?
You're a stuff for
Your stupid face appears
In all the press
Press controls you
You're blind.
Who's your fashion idol?
You're their puppet, made for buy.
Bumber one in the magazines
Why do you lie to yourself?
All the day I'm, hearing you
My head seems to explode
Think, little boy
They want to control you
But if your mind is rotten too
Be like others
Makes you an industry fool.
I play my guitar
Makin' records for
Four stupid guys
That dreams to be a fuckin' star
After one year
You're missed
Blinded by money
It seems like music was a whore.
Autor(es): GRAU GARCI MARTIN, MIGUEL, MINANA VALIENTE, DAVID, PITARCH CALAFORRA, FRANCISCO, TIMON BLASCO, ROBERTO
