i don't feel funky anymore

i met you on the border
with no papers
that was hip
for me it was a brand new sensation
for you just another trip
i guess
when the kitchen sinks
the rats get away from the ship
so i'll find myself an hotel room
and try to write another hit

broken dreams and magazines
everything dropped on the floor
unmade beds
the talking heads
and allways someone at the door
a few muchachas
and lots of cucarachas
and stuff enough to kill off the boredom
but there's one thing
you might be shure
i don't feel funky anymore


gnr-portugal