Su Casa Es Mi Casa

The ticking you hear is your life passing you by ...

Do you feel you're not taken serious?

That your input is brushed aside?

That you can get no respect

That people may even be laughing behind your back

Does this make you question your self-worth?

Well it should ... because you're worthless!

Now take the case of the new-age cyco

Confident, commanding respect

Taking whatever he wants, from wherever it is

I've been thinking, so to speak

Knees are shaking, tired and weak

I've been wondering, who I am

I've been wondering where I am

Su casa es mi casa, porque estoy muy loco

If you have one, I'll have one too

Not another, the one I took from you!

Add my numbers, add it up

I guess I got it ... give it up!

Su casa es mi casa, porque estoy muy loco

Now you've had some time to think

Why don't you look in the mirror, tell me what you see

Nah not on the outside, look inside, deep inside

The true ugliness

Not the self-created coloured hair,

piercings hanging out everywhere

The stuff you try to cover up and deny

So there's a reason for everything

Now you let the reason out

Rising up, I feel it coming, let 'em know it's time!

I'm still wondering, why I am

Coughing up blood, spitting up phlegm

So much anger, hostility

Biting and kicking, inside of me

I'm fully cyco, partly hexed

Makes me wonder, who is next

You need not worry, about what I am

But you better worry, about where I am!

Su casa es mi casa

No quieres chingar conmigo

The ticking you hear is your life passing you by ...