Souled Out
The barrio starts two streets over
Miguel, he's a friend of mine
With brick weed, built a reputation
Like dry ice in the summertime
Now all you need's an electric razor
A magic bullet in a grassy knoll
The whole world's just a little oyster
To Snow White and the poison apple leaves
I woke up in the age of wires
I fell asleep at the dusk of man
Now I'm cold as Popocatepetl
Fingers crossed in the promised land
But you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
No, you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
No, you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
All sold out in heaven
The barrio starts two streets over
Montse, she's a friend of mine
Keeps a piece like a whistle blower
Flying kites in the wintertime
Magic carpet is the transportation
Went to the moon in a soda can
Not all my boys believe in science
Stretching truth in the promised land
But you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
No, you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
No, you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
It's sold out in heaven
Chorus again? Or another one?
Another one, okay
El Popocatepetl est탡 dormido
Pero pronto despertar탡
You know by now
You know by now
You know by now
That you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
Yes, you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
No, you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
It's sold out in heaven
No, you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
No, you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
No, you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
To heaven
To heaven
(You know by now)
To heaven
(You know by now)
(You know by now)
To heaven