Back in that ass. . Your mom says hi, JINX!. . Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no.
Ooh, two banditos. . Well howdy ma'am, we the two banditos. Up in the club wearing bright pink tuxedos. Similar to autopedos, (?). Gotta turn that frown into more of a frown.
Listen. The summer's coming. Slow down. Don't chase the crowd. 'Cause I'm right here. . Do you ever wonder why I sing these love songs. When I have no love at all?.
Some silent night you'll wander off. You'll wander off without a thought. A thousand miles of city life. Without a crowd, in a black out. . You and me and everybody else.
Oh I was moved by your screen dream. Celluloid pictures of living. Your death could not kill our love for you. Take two people, romantic. Smoky nightclub situation.
You counted 74 swans on the canal. You counted 74 swans on the canal. . You were glad it was an even number. Everybody had another. No one was facing this cold alone.
I'll never run a four minute mile. And that's okay most of the time. Never played for Barcelona. Or sail around the world alone. I'll never be the man on the wire.
Traigo una baraja. Con cuarenta cartas. Que ayuda a olvidarme. De cualquier traición. . Traiciones que dejan. Algunas ingratas. Que son para el hombre.
Three times three. Fast count fast. Three is the skin. It binds us. The skin comes black. A liquid wax. No one loves you. No one loves you. No one loves you.
You don't even try to understand.. If you wanna do you've got to feel it at all. You gonna hear right now. You gonna hear for a while. You better gonna listen up.
[Sample x3]. I've seen the last come first. I've seen the first, last. . I got my high eyes on you with my feet on ground. Won't you dance with me, baby, dance.
Oh says Red Molly to James "That's a fine motorbike.. A girl could feel special on any such like". Says James to Red Molly "My hat's off to you. It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952..
as discusiones. No me ponen a dudar. Porque arriba del orgullo. Se encuentra el corazn. . Mis obsesiones. Y mis ganas de gritar. Mis celos enfermizos.
This is the third of June, 1988. A highly unimportant day. Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan. In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd.
sentiment lost in translation.. there's a glitch in transmission.. but i think it goes.. i would die or kill anyone for you.. and if they're there.. i dare them down to you..
I see you had your mind all made up you group of pitiful liars.. Before I woke to face the day, your master plan transpired.. Something told me, this job had more to meet the eye..
I vent my frustration at you old man. After years your ears will hear. You screamed you tried. It's words of a weakling. And promises made by a liar. (drunken liar).
Whores. Your windows boarded up, your private lives exposed. The talk shows pump it up, lab rats diseased for show. We're doomed to use the slang, outbreak of drug roulette.