Metal Box's Grandma
Granny get the guitar
Tap us a new sound
Without knowing what's new
Never change the tone
The counter-bassist starts the music
You already makes the soil
They sound demonic
With pain in his eyes,
Rheumatism in the legs,
Swelling in the hands,
And corn on the feet
The evening promises
Grandma increases the micro system
Writer/s: Guilherme
