"They say bad things come in threes."

Can't change what happened.

Tenho me sentido anormalmente insegura esses dias.

E descobri que às vezes sou acometida por uma tristeza que me perfura sem que eu concorde ou sequer saiba por quê.

... só passei pra comentar.

Porque, de novo, de três coisas estou convicta. Dois pontos.

Bad Day - REM [não leve o título tão a sério]

A public service announcement followed me home the other day.

I paid it nevermind.

Go Away.

Shits so thick you could stir it with a stick-free Teflon white

washed presidency.

We're sick of being jerked around.

Wear that on your sleeve.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,

Count your blessings.

We're sick of being jerked around.

We all fall down.

Have you ever seen the televised St. vitus subcommittee prize

Investigation dance? Those ants in pants glances.

Well, look behind the eyes.

It's a hallowed hollow anesthetized

"save my own ass, screw these guys"

smoke and mirror lock down.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,

Count your blessings.

The Papers wouldn't lie!

I sigh, Not one more.

It's been a bad day.

Please don't take a picture.

It's been a bad day.

Please.

We're dug in deep the price is steep.

The auctioneer is such a creep.

The lights went out, the oil ran dry

We blamed it on the other guy

Sure, all men are created equal.

Here's the church, heres the steeple

Please stay tuned-

we cut to sequelashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,

Count your blessings.

Ignore the lower fear

Ugh, this means war.

It's been a bad day.

Please don't take a picture.

It's been a bad day.

Please.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,

Count your blessings.

We're sick of being jerked around.

We all fall down.

It's been a bad day...