Pickled Garbage Soup - Cows

You thought it out, you looked it up You tried to see what your place was

Heard them talk, watched them watch

Found that you weren’t related

You were tracked, you were found

You were fooled and you were baited

But you had to go, you had to look

You had to ask what their name was

You always stay, you’re always stuck

You never see the equation

You’re one of these, you’re one of them

You’re one of those kind of strangers

Lo pensaste, lo buscaste Intentaste ver cuál era tu lugar

Los escuché hablar, los vi mirar

Descubrí que no estabas relacionado

Fuiste rastreado, fuiste encontrado

Te engañaron y te cebaron

Pero tenías que ir, tenías que mirar

Tenías que preguntar cuál era su nombre

Siempre te quedas, siempre estás atascado

Nunca ves la ecuación

Eres uno de estos, eres uno de ellos

Eres uno de esos tipos de extraños