(lá estou eu no meu cubo, com todos os tormentos, como barulhos repetitivos, orgânicos e maus políticos e reagae e tudo)
'Cos I'm made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I'm gonna do too
You held up a stagecoach in the rain
And I'm doing the same
So you're hanging from a tree
And I made believe it was me
I'm sticking with you
'Cos I'm made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I'm gonna do too
There're people going into the stratosphere
Soldiers fighting with the Cong
But with you by my side I can do anything
When we swing, babe, we hang past right and wrong
I'll do anything for you
Anything you want me too
I'll do anything for you
Oohoh I'm sticking with you
Oohoh I'm sticking with you
Oohoh I'm sticking with you