We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Bruno... but
It was my wedding day
It was our wedding day
We were getting ready, and there wasn't a
cloud in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin-
Thunder!!
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says, "It looks
like rain"
Why did he tell us?
In doing so, he floods my
brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day... but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Bruno!
Hey! Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the
sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch
It's a heavy
lift, with a gift so humbling
Always
left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A
seven-foot frame
Rats along his back
When he calls your name
It all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams
And feasts on your screams (hey!)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no! (We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!)
We don't talk about Bruno (we don't talk about Bruno!)
He told me my
fish would die
The next day: dead! (No, no!)
He told me I'd grow a gut!
And just
like he said... (no, no!)
He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my
head (no, no! Hey!)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!