Letra One Hundred Percent Good de Piebald original

You won't tell anyone you're lousy with secret spoke my eye out I'll lost me left side you can flip me over like a record or a turtle which ever you prefer one way I'll keep spinning the other I'll die in the sun her sad crush to an ugly boy like me when you run I just walk fast you can be the big shot just don't shoot yourself let me putt his away and I'll come complain with you I remember them standing in the circle.