Letra I was a teenage hand model de Queens Of The Stone Age

Cozied up to the toilet
Face stuck to the floor
I met expectations that I was tryin to ignore
Job had such patience
I wonder, what´s that like?
One hundred thousand million
But I hearThat´s what you like
So I was thinkin
So these cities are sprouting
Like a spit in the eye
And this world isn´t waiting
It´s just passing me by
I just peak in the window
Lookin inside
The butcher´s got a fork in your face
I´m standing alive
And I was singin