You say I get a little nasty
You say I'm just showing off
In front of the visitors
You say I'm going for cheap
Cheap laughs
He's my offstage prompter
It's true, he helps me connect
With my big napoleon
I don't know what that's about
What was that about?
We will receive you in the good room
That still smells of pledge
Pictures of our smiling faces
Stations of the cross of teeth
And puberty
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries
Now before you start
I'm not making fun
People cry at the strangest things
Mine is the venezuelan national anthem
So many deepest of feelings
So much emotional porn
Public declarations
Windy words that fill the sails
Of empty vessels
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries
What is it that gets her?
Is it the strong arm of the state?
Little flags and outriders
Shiny gloves that part the sea
Of little people
Or is the getting
From a to b? (but it's the least we can do)
Behind tinted windows (to ease your passage)
Carry the weight of the world (leave us in this)
Carry the weight of the world (blissful ignorance)
(Blissful ignorance)
(She cries)