Lyrics

Heading back to that sunken lake
Here's your meal and they say provecho

Got caught in a thunderstorm
This city floods like you don't know

Driving fast now, better close my eyes
Should I buy a mask to save my lungs?
Or maybe some new clothes because I ain't chido
This strawberry land's got me feeling unknown

Purple flowers under your feet
Little stench coming off the street

So what's that you're trying to sell?
Throw it in the back, don't need that retail

Se compran, colchones, tambores, refrigeradores,
estufas, lavadoras, microondas
¿O algo de fierro viejo que vendan?

Well you came back from the south
With your heart in your hand
With a new perspective that you don't talk about

Way up in the clouds
Oh the mountains look like bed sheets
Wrinkled and untamed
No need to straighten them out

Laying back in that boat
In what's left of this lake
Fumbling through traffic
While boredom screams in your face

Feel that strawberry pain
Feel that strawberry pain
Feel that strawberry pain
Feel that strawberry pain