(lyrics are from "basta ya" by atahualpa yapanqui-- a great anti-imperalism, anti-war song. I only sing the first few verses tho) ya viene la madrugada los gallos estan cantando compadre, estan anunciando que ya empieza la jornada oooooooyyyyyy al vaiven de mi careta nacio esta lamentacion compadre, ponga atencion no tenemos protecion oooooyyyyyeeee trabajo por el ingles trabajo de caretero sudando por un dinero que en la mano no se ve oyeeeeee static in the air-- everyone's got their opinions everyone's got their antennae everyone's so mighty and high looking out of their cyclops eye everyone's got their stories everyone needs security you can ride that train to the end of the line it's never gonna get you to real life turn that cowboy inward make him lasso every word "I really don't know but it's something I heard" "I really don't know but it's something that's burning me!!" everyone needs some comfort everyone needs a soft mirror so tell me baby how right I am how they done me wrong again and again turn that cell phone over think about your own shit the real thing's happening right outside you're gonna miss out just on some pride everyone's got their opinion everyone's got their antennae I don't live in the mouths of men I don't live in the mouths of women turn that cowgirl inward make her lasso every word "I really don't know but it's something I heard" "I really don't know but it's something that's burning me!!"

A different kind of body a different way of caring I only got one I only got one a different kind of body a different way of hearing now I can almost feel it! but I only heard one I only heard one I came up in a man's world I got twisted and sharp like a drill I came up in a man's world I only saw one I only saw one a different kind of body a slightly truer story a funnier kind of folly a different kind of body we came up in a blue belt world ladies and gents boys and girls we came up in a tacky store I never knew why I never knew why she got made out of the city's trash a third-place ribbon, a piece of ass a pig in grease for your kids to catch always on the sly I never knew why a different kind of body a different kind of body a different kind of body