Swimming inside . . .

When Sparky was a young fish 

Its used to play with me

I was  best friend 

We were inseparately

We loved to drink vodka riding our bikes

Playin’station hide and seek 

Watching sports all the night

Chatting on the webcam

I look back Sparky found Cindy

Now I realise

Cindy loved to play with Sparky and fire

I should have seen it in her eyes

I should have seen it in her eyes

Swimming inside, you cry cry cry 

Don’t let the Gatin king, die die die 

Swimming inside, you cry cry cry 

Don’t let the Gatin king, die die die

Na,na,na,na,na,na,na 

Na,na,na,na,na,na,na

Cindy fell in love for Pezzi the first time

He was a gigolo older than her 

Then he made her do things

First she wouldn’t tell

She left everything behind

Couldn’t find a fishbowl

Cheating to my Sparky through the night

Loosing all her faith

She  sex and drugs away the pain 

Turning off her lies 

But still she makes it seem like everything’s alright

Like everything’s alright

Swimming inside , you cry cry cry 

Don’t let the Gatin king , die die die

Swimming inside, you cry cry cry 

Don’t let the Gatin king , die die dïe… 

By Oscar, el hombre de la neurona revoltosa