POOP, I LOVE MY POOP LASAGNE.. IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR ME, I LOVE MY POOP LASAGNE.. MIXED IN, IT'S ALL CRAP, CRAP CRAP CRAP FOR ME,. BEING THAT RAP IS CRAP, HEY! THERE'S MY POOP LASAGNE. ALWAYS IT HAS BEEN THERE FOR ME, ALWAYS IT WILL BE HERE FOR ME..
Rag tag little girl with big blue eyes and golden hair. Barely stands three feet above the ground. Dancin' for a handout at the Crockett County Fair. She cast a spell on everyone around.
Walking along on a sandy beach. Everybody's laughing under cigarette trees. And the water here is crystal clear and bright. The air is rich with a Hawaiian breeze.
Nuit de fous. Rush d'adrnaline. Rendez-vous. Pour les jeux sublimes. Nuit de zoo. Du genre qui nous allume. Loups-garous. Sortons de la brume. Nuit de fous.
Por la ribera de la Boca una noche de verano. Contemplaba las estrellas y la calma infinita. Los barcos parecian dormidos en la orilla. Y mas alla el viejo puente inspirbame.
Los rboles rodendome. Puedo verte descubrindote. En las copas, que se vuelvan en la brisa. Y descubro que me habas y yo. Soy presa y parte. De la lengua que me habla.
En la tierra crece hierba buena. Con la lluvia y el rayo de sol. Pasadizo para el otro patio. Punto rojo, casita de Dios. . El beleo y la belladona. Amanita y la mandrgora.
Red alert from the Dairy Queen. To the Vatican from Panama City. Yeah, yeah. . Calling Pope John Paul, ole buddy, ole pal. Hey, lemme crash at your place for a while.
God's sounded the alarm. Dare not push the snooze button. Your favourite metalhead and mine. Child-molesting freak. Used Seven Seals to scare his flock.
solo era juego de dos. y te entregue mi vida.. ahora estoy sin saber,. si un dia vas a volver. o asi todo termina.. Ni la distancia ni el mar. puede impedir la verdad:.
SARAH. Andreo has a first name,. A-N-D-R-E-O . . .. Andreo has a second name,. N-I-K-O-L-A-O . . .. When people ask me for the longest name I ever knew,.
I saw it written and I saw it say. Pink moon is on its way. . And none of you stand so tall. Pink moon gonna get you all. . It's a pink moon. Yeah it's a pink, pink, pink.
There's this perfect girl, someone no one can see. She dwells in the shell of this other me. And there's this perfect girl to look you'd never tell. She's living inside the shell of this other me.
Take your reservations. And leave them at the door. Because when the sky starts falling down. It won't matter anymore. . There's static on the airwaves.
I just cannot go on like this. I don't want it to last forever. Got a feeling from your sweet kiss. I don want us to stay together. . And you think. I need you.
In my hood. There a boy. Making girls breathless. Serving Tea down on 39th street. . And today. Even though. It may seem hopeless. Il go down on my stumbling feet.
Desalentada estás cuando te miras. Sientes que el tiempo que corre no da perdón. Y te carcome. Ya no es como el ayer. Cuando brillaba toda tu inocencia.
Del paraíso un día más tendrá quien pague el precio de llegar. Y santo falso quiera ser para que el caos mismo luzca bien. Pasión. Traición. Poder. Quién manda si no hay ley.
Existe algo que no puedo ver, no puedo soportar.. Es el regalo que el desage nos acaba de dejar.. Masillas nauseabundas por aqui no dejan de brotar.. La esencia ponzoal invade nuestro ser.