Pa' comer yo need some money. Need that you pinche gringo. Ya me dejes en paz. Eran 1 big 2 big 3 big policemen. . Que a chingadazos te abaratan te reprimen.
In time, we come to see, that nothing good in life comes free. We search, sometimes we find that really special place we left in mind. But we will never know the mysteries of life, why know it will go?.
Sometimes, I feel like being young. Jumpin' around, jumpin' around. There can be a comfort in being loud. Marshall stack loud. . Acting 'bout half my age.
LIGHTNING STRIKES IN THE BEGINNING. GOD AT WORK IN THE DARKNESS. SOON THE SUN IT IS SHINING. LAND AND SEA SMILE WITH GLADNESS. NATURE LAUGHS WITH ALL IT'S BEAUTY.
Do you remember once upon a time, when you were mine?. The stars above were bright and new. I pulled them down for you, just when I fell in love again.
Johnny have you seen her? She was headed out this way. And I notice, that you don't have much to say. Do you think that she's been wanderin' a little far from home?.
Ja mei. ja mei. ja mei. yeah -. gestern steig i ins Auto nei. . und wia i grad so drin sitz. kumm' die Polizei -. oh. oh. des derf do net sei.. . Er fragt mi.
como conto de fadas. Tem sempre uma bruxa para apavorar. O drago comendo gente. A bela adormecida sem acordar. Tudo o que o mestre mandar. E a cabra cega rodsa sem enxergar.
como conto de fadas. Tem sempre uma bruxa para apavorar. O drago comendo gente. A bela adormecida sem acordar. Tudo o que o mestre mandar. E a cabra cega rodsa sem enxergar.
REGARDLESS HISTRIONICS JUST GET IT GOOD TRACK 7:. VERSE 1:. Manager proficient- watch how I dip shit- comfortably waist wallets - docking like we fucking launching B.M.I. about to get them high - muthafucka got damn shit I don't give a fuck- watch as the pieces touch to centers - clock on the turn channels remember - fruiting your ass's out quickly - duck to my nine is spitting - comfortable uplifting my restaurant job - detail touching and shit ain't selling - and the couchie getting froze like an damn umbrella - taking shit down on your body's banana - I'm fucking antennas- and I really even like Sega genesis - and I like shopping stores- chopping chopping hore's up - like chopping hore's-reflecting strength to them tropic floors - comfortably like couches sitting - large amount's gone get ta dipping - from your bank account to my shit bitch.
Verse 1. . The tax of the brackets - the faxes in the axes - how now Texas-. for the lead on the turner- straight on burning them like paper. the slayer - the yelling Bayer - you in the streets - Im trying fleet that I dont.
all that i am and all i'll ever be is a brain in a body. and all that i know and all i'll ever see are the real things around me. and all i've heard is true, there aint no god theres just me and you.
Heard what you said. When you said you'd never say it in a letter. You're more informed than me. About what happens on tour. . But it don't stop, don't stop.
I've heard there's a place where we go to die. It's a terribly overrated horse-shit shaped hole in the sky. Kick off your heels and come with me tonight (x2).
Once there was a time when we could learn. All the simple pleasantries, a follower should yearn. Now all that I can do is watch them burn. And wish that I could save them all, just one.
I went as far as losing sleep. I went as far as messing up my life. Unloving still strike me difference. A million miles away from home. And fifteen from a pay phone.
D. Seff/R. Seff. Tous ces gens qui passent autour de moi. Dans la ville. Ces gens qui courent et qui marchent au pas. O vont-ils. Est-ce le vent qui les pousse.
Yeah, oh ooh yeah. Jesus loves the little children. All the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white. They're all precious in his sight.