Nice cut

Hey, boy! C'mon!
Look at you, you have a nice cut
Is it just for your well smell?
Is it just for your perfect taste?
Or is it just for a fucking fashion mode and you look great?

Hey, boy! C'mon!
Look at you, you have a nice cut
Fancy hair with pink-light shoes
You seems so wonderful
I think you can sing the blues

When the mind turns into colors
with no intention form
Body dresses itself
with clothes of inconscious 

A caleidoschope reality
you see with deformed eyes
And you don't care 'bout any
Just your tooth like sunrise 


Hey, boy! C'mon!
Look at you, you have a nice cut
Is it just for your well smell?
Is it just for your perfect taste?
Or is it just for a fucking fashion mode and you look great?

Some longs socks with a mesh
Dark blue sleeves with a cold scarf
And those hand-cracked jeans you have
Is more grasy tan the same grass


And doesn't matter if time runs
Doesn't matter if you have no past
You will just keep on wearing what she says
And nobody to say with... alone star


Bueno, la canción habla más o menos de lo que son las modas, las ridiculeces "estéticas" que uno tiene que ver; y lo poco que le importa a ese tipo de gente los asuntos que son un poco más importantes; sólo cambiar  según el grito de la moda. Lo más loco es que se me disparó la idea gracias a una propaganda de la película "Carrera Mortal", donde una de las protagonistas le dice al conductor "Nice work" [Buen trabajo], y eso me conecto inmediatamente con la expresión "Nice Cut", que debo haberla escuchado en algún otro lado, solo que no recuerdo en cual.