(akinyele) (2x). It's just a typical akinyele song (2x). About love. . (akinyele) (3x) (start of hook). Pussy it makes the world go round (2x). You could have a son or a daughter if you fuck me down.
[I.] Hirtettyn hirsipuussa. Polttavassa auringossa. Siihen naula hakataan. Nahka naulan sakaraan. . Kipu repii hengen usvaan. Murheen tyhjn lopettaa tuskaan.
Let's show this world we can be alright without its sponsor's word. I think my mind is almost washed. America might change it's time line if the media fucked off.
Not so much born. You were shit out. Dressed in schoolboy clothes. . Hair combed neatly. Shoes tied tightly. Fed shit for growth. You are what you eat.
Altered States of America in water cooler. Warfare with an unseen enemy. Heat flashes on the job, it's back to the water cooler. Drinking more and more at home tripping balls.
Rifle through your desk. from a hundred yards away,. camouflaged in pigeon shit,. high on the tower of brotherly love.. A hopeless romantic,. Cupid's arrow seeds itself in splintered.
You can talk to the police. You can talk to the press. You can talk to the politicians. I don't care, man. . What we're doing here is so bizarre. No one will ever believe you.
your hope collapsed like a burning orphanage under the. weight of their expectations it must seem routine for. you now snowing in their spit languishing in their.
There's no reason to hide my hate,. Because when I'll be gone, it'll all be too late,. The hatred in me is the system you made. The reason I'm here is to make you all taste.
A bald treeis what I see. not cause of fall. but poison-clouds. Rain drops are falling down. from a poisoned sky. Apocalypse has begun. first the trees will die.
This world's leaders are going to decide. Above peace, war or suicide. And for this decision, we can't hide. 'Coz these bastards rule us with fright. .
pale. vile. thoughts. unreal?. locked, blocked, away. more, every day. no single fact left. empty, emptiness. left, left behind. thoughts, real vile. visions, surreal.
Past, past, well now, let me tell you about that past. Past is filled with silent joys and broken toys. Laughing girls and teasing boys. Was I ever in love? I called it love, I mean, it felt like love.
Title track for the movie P & B. (Agnetha Fltskog). . Who's there?. Who's stealing around the place?. Who's groping about for my wallet?. Who's tampering with my pocket?.
Putrid cross of ignorance, loss of reverence, whip of innocence. Been listening to your mourning, watching you falling. Deeper, farer, until your calling.
Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey look. Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay. Muthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'cuz.
*. Por trs daquela janela. Por trs daquela janela. Faz anos o meu amigo. E irmo. No ps cravos na lapela. Por trs daquela janela. Nem se ouve nenhuma estrela.
*. Por trs daquela janela. Por trs daquela janela. Faz anos o meu amigo. E irmo. No ps cravos na lapela. Por trs daquela janela. Nem se ouve nenhuma estrela.
A Paz viajou em busca da silncio. Sitiou Berlim. Abdicou em Londres. A Paz saltou dos olhos do poeta. Atacada de psicose maniaco-depressiva. Foi nessa altura que as pombas.
Olha enfia a carapua. mas no compres o velho fato de anans. o estilo no se empresta e nada tem sentido. a tua falta, meu papua. Se podes tu no podes. Tanto faz.