The Attention Span Of A Butterfly - Kid Loco

Standing in the garden

With a pistol in his hand

Looking at the landlord

While he jumps over the fence

How could it be

Shooting at a man?

Get rid of the body

A life sentence or will he go free?

Upstairs in the attic

With a rope around his neck

Climbing on a chair

He doesn’t really care

Love is a gas

But life is a mess

When nothing is left

You just lose all interest

But with the attention span

Of a butterfly

Noone really knows

What’s going on in his mind

Noone really knows

What’s going on in his mind

Stranded in the jungle

With a beret on his head

Charly lost his glasses

He lost them in the sand

How will it be

If he meets the enemy

Guess he’ll have to run

Cause there’s not

A damn thing he can see

But with the attention span

Of a butterfly

No one really knows

What’s going on in his mind

The sandstorm and the sun

Burning his eyes

He’ll go blind but will never

Make up his mind

He’ll go blind but will never

Make up his mind