No sense of pride. No sense of loyalty. No sense of nothing, man. Here is my story: I killed a girl, it was no accident. Put a gun to the back of her head and blew her brains right out the front. I was in love. Since then, I only get carsick on boats. I love the madness, it gets me so blind I can´t see. Shame I'm crossing aching paths and can't break on through for some true. All 'cos love's so damn confusing. Well, fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. O Góis.