11/2/09
I hear the train a comin', it's rolling round the bend and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when. I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps draggin' on but that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Anton.
When I was just a baby my mama told me: "Son, always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns" but I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and cry.
Folsom Prison Blues, Johnny Cash.
Eu odeio botânica, mas isso já não é mais novidade. Só falta um mês, aleluia. Se jesus existe, ele me ama. Mas agora biologia me chama, apesar de Los Hermanos - próximo da lista - me atrair muito mais...