No Soy Gringo
There's a party where the mad ones and the sad ones and the bad ones go
there isn't room for me and you and us and them
nor the ordinary people sitting silently a room below
better write before I go and tell them
No soy gringo, I see a world outside of me and suddenly I have to go
and I know your lingo when you try to make a change
but it won't change the way I feel about you now
And while you're working on a song that works for everyone and no-one
in a focus group of wolves in artist clothes
you're telling anyone around you who will listen that your time has come
But when you've nothing left to show you'll tell them
No soy gringo, I see a world outside of me and suddenly I have to go
and I know your lingo when you try to make a change
but it won't change the way I feel about you now
That's the thing though, no soy Gringo
I'm a vulture and I'll tear at you, make fun of you, despair of you
til you're nothing but a mess of broken bones
And when there's nothing left behind that might remind me why I ever cared for you
I'll spread my wings and up, up, up and go
No soy gringo, I see a world outside of me and suddenly I have to go
and I know your lingo when you try to make a change
but it won't change the way I feel, I can't explain what isn't real about you now
Writer/s: Samuel Laurence Berridge
