Pefiero ser comida de lobos. a quemar mi vida pidiendo perdn,. por ser idiota slo una noche. y hacer un derroche de escaso valor.. Los aos me dicen que el verano.
Cuando la noche se ha tragado. restos que el da ha dejado,. cambia la Puerta del Sol, la Avenida del Oeste,. la Rambla de Barcelona, Correos y el mirador..
All along I was just faking it. And do whatever just to be making it. All along I was just eating shit. And do whatever just so I could make a hit. . I'm a slave because it isn't like me.
Look around you, do you see what you've got?. With something so beautiful. Afraid it would drop into a thousand regrets. And I bet you were left there.
Put it to me straight,. Baby up and down. Move in a circle,. A-baby, 'round and 'round. . Wiggle them hips, baby, side to side. Woo! and it's a crazy ride.
It's a psychobilly freakout!. . Well, we're off, we're off, we're off!. It's, it's, it's a psychobilly freakout!. . Well, we're off, we're off, we're off!.
Please don't take the baby to the liquor store. It's not the kind of bottle he's been cryin' for. Take our milk money and walk right out the door. But please don't take the baby to the liquor store.
oh baby if you leave, you better not look back. because if you do, you'll have a heart attack. I ain't crying no more, I'm tired of being sad. babe if you walk out, I'm gonna party mad.
at the party in your head, sure that sounds like fun. the carpet bagger brings, you party in the sun. eye balls in full bloom,do you ever go to bed. don't ever wind up dead, at the party in your head.
Come count your trophies and stack em high,. It's funny how reality can pass you by. Little girl wanna be as pretty as she can and she lives by whatever it takes.
Rape me of my innocence. Admist these cold and rainy days. There's so much hate beneath this sky. My inspirations all washed away. So tie me down and cut me up.
Your money isn't power, so forget the green. It's just feeding the fuel. What makes the world go round?. The same thing that lights the flame to burn it down.
Pump your brain. full of lead poisoning. . Nothing to gain. nothing to loose. so choose to enjoy. this song I made. . What I want to know. is where's the fucking manual.
sometimes i like to sit at home. with a can of chrome polish. put a little of the polish on a cloth. then rub it back and forth across the chrome. ya know, i should have wrote some lyrics down for this song...
Gotta go slow. Gotta go slow. . Pig without wings. Is just another pig. And a prick that's not hard. Is just another dick. . Open real wide and in goes my fist.
IIgual piel, no juzgando, dentro de, igual El. Entendiendo el porque, igual piel, Somos todos. Siempre, igual bien, igual Diferente, igual piel. No juzgando, dentro De, igual el.
December 24th, 9 pm. Eastern Standard Time. Here on in, I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit. . First shot, Roger.
Babe I feel that something's going on. And I feel that something's in the way you dance. Now I know that something is going right. And I feel that somehow is time to take a chance.
Everyone is staring. Down at me again. Something's lacking. My friends. Never let me in. I feel the pressure. Pushing me. It's pushing me again. I can't take much more.