Every Poet Wants to Murder Shakespeare

Todo Poeta Quer Matar Shakespeare

Every Poet Wants to Murder Shakespeare

Todo Poeta Quer Matar ShakespeareEvery Poet Wants to Murder Shakespeare
Estamos Apenas Cuspindo No Túmulo Do Que Veio AntesWere Just Pissing On the Grave of What Went On Before
E Todo Mundo Inventa O Mundo No Dia Que NasceAnd Everyone Invents the World the Day That They Were Born

Tem Algo Rolando Aqui E Está Rolando Sem MimSomethings Going On Here and Its Going On Without Me
Estou Em Cima Do Abismo Contando Todas As Minhas ReceitasIm Standing On the Precipice and Counting All My Recipes
Estou Cansado De Prestar Homenagem Ao AltarIm Sick and Tired of Paying Homage to the Altar
Das Coisas Que Vieram Antes De Mim Quando Eu Não Deveria Estar LáOf the Things That Went Before Me When I Wasnt Born to Be There

Todo Poeta Quer Matar ShakespeareEvery Poet Wants to Murder Shakespeare
Estamos Apenas Cuspindo No Túmulo Do Que Veio AntesWere Just Pissing On the Grave of What Went On Before
E Todo Mundo Inventa O Mundo No Dia Que NasceAnd Everyone Invents the World the Day That They Were Born

Tem Uma Pintura Da Minha Amada No CantoTheres a Painting of My Lover in the Corner
Ela Tirou A Roupa E Está Em Pé Na ChuvaShes Taken Off Her Clothing and Shes Standing in the Rain
Parece Que Ela Está Me Chamando Pra Vir E Juntar-se A ElaSeems Like Shes Beckoning For Me to Come and Join Her
Mas Ela Está Presa Dentro De Uma Pintura E Estou Perdendo A PaciênciaBut Shes Trapped Inside a Painting and Im Running Out of Patience

Eu Tomo Um Copo De Cerveja E Me Maravilho Com A MagiaI Sip a Pint of Beer and Marvel At the Magic
Devo Estar Tão Bêbado Quanto O Senhor Marlowe Em Seu MelhorI Must Be As Drunk As Mister Marlowe in His Prime
Eu Tropeço Pelas Ruínas Da Minha Própria ImaginaçãoI Stumble Through the Shambles of My Own Imagination
Porque O Poeta Do Amanhã Vai Estar Tão Bêbado Quanto Eu EstouCause the Poet of Tomorrow Will Be Just As Drunk As I Am

Todo Poeta Quer Matar ShakespeareEvery Poet Wants to Murder Shakespeare
Estamos Apenas Cuspindo No Túmulo Do Que Veio AntesWere Just Pissing On the Grave of What Went On Before
E Todo Mundo Inventa O Mundo No Dia Que NasceAnd Everyone Invents the World the Day That They Were Born
Todo Poeta Quer Matar ShakespeareEvery Poet Wants to Murder Shakespeare
Estamos Apenas Cuspindo No Túmulo Do Que Veio AntesWere Just Pissing On the Grave of What Went On Before
E Todo Mundo Inventa O Mundo No Dia Que NasceAnd Everyone Invents the World the Day That They Were Born
Todo Poeta Quer Matar Shakespeare...Every Poet Wants to Murder Shakespeare...