They keep you in a cardboard box
to be shipped quietly to Spain
where the sad sun still burns
and the plants will all die
They keep you in a cardboard box
to be shipped quietly to Spain
where the sad sun still burns
and the plants will all die
she once told me
that Spain was nice this time of year
but I left my cardboard box and died
she wanted to show me
but you know me
everything will seem true
in this world full of lies