[ti:Explode]
[ar:Nelly Furtado]
[al:Folklore]

Peso...
Joga...
Ginga...
Roda...

Vera's face burnt
as a memory of bedroom fun
With a ligther and some hairspray
Smoking in the girls' room
Not worse than Shelley's
rape behind the McDonald's
By a man she thought was fine,
didn't tell anybody
Or maybe back then
we just thought
that she was getting some
Now we look back and see
that she didn't know how
We never thought
that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode
As we explode

Then getting drunk
in the bushes by the road
outside the K-mart Rolling
around in them to see
if you would get prickled
Slip the acid on your tongue
rooftop shopping mall parkade
We couldn't get enough

Then count the stars
and the ten million woes
Just you and the universe
judging each other
We never knew that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode
As we explode
As we explode
As we let go

Peso...
Joga...
Ginga...
Roda...

It's a fight, it's a fight
and you finally belong
Got a shiner now
and it's more than a battle scar
More than a battle scar,
such a good, good story to tell
At lunch break, lunch break,
lunch break, lunch break
Such a good, good story to tell

You bully, you break,
you bully, you break
You fake, you fake,
you fake, you fake
You smoke, you toke,
you want, you flaunt,
you hit it and you're in it and
it's spinning

And it's wild
that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode
As we explode
As we explode
As we let go

We're counting the stars
We're counting the stars
We're gonna go far,
we're gonna go far
We're counting the stars,
we're counting the stars
We're not very far,
we're not very far

And it's you and me
in the open air
It's truth or dare,
we don't care
We're counting the stars,
we're counting the stars,
we're counting the stars,
we're counting the stars