Entre tanta ciudad oculta uno ve lo que quiere ver. Si no hay mas risa y sueños secos te metes sin pase hacia otra vez. Bajo el mismo cielo argentino el rey roba mejor que vos.
El hueso quiso ser clavel. Y otro medicore quiso ser lo que no es. El sin sentido es lo que adoramos y no podemos ver. Ir y venir, volver atrás no me haré nada, nada bien.
Bless the day that you curse me baby. You're the heaven I never knew. My body trembles under you. Bless the day that you curse me baby. You're the heaven I never knew.
Well, I got a girl, she lives upon the hill. Well, I got a girl, she lives upon the hill. Sometimes she won't, sometimes I think she will. . Got to shake your moneymaker.
Yeah, you come around here knockin' at my door beggin' me. To take another chance on you. Well, you sure do sound sorry yeah, you sure do look sad. But there's a few things I won't do.
We had a fire so bright, could light up the darkest night. Never was love so right as it was then. But all of that's over now 'cause your flames burned out somehow.
Scabby head knobby kneed old nappy head. Thunder thighs, juicing all turning red. Pizza face pop it quick old nasty old. Pits old panty waist. Knotty headed fatty cakes.
Saw you with your uptown friend at a party down the hall. You were looking at a picture that was hanging on the. Wall. The title of the painting was called Still Life with Rose.
It's my direction. It's my proposal. It's so hard. It's leading me astray. . My obsession. It's my creation. You'll understand. It's not important now.
Someday we'll be together. Say it, say it again. Someday we'll be together. You're far away from me my love, and just as sure my,. My baby as there are stars above,.
I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart. I want to learn to rope and to ride. I want to ride o'er the plains and the deserts. Out west of that great divide.
You ought to see my blue eyed Sally. She lives a way down on Shinbone Alley. The number on the gate, the number on the door. And the next house over is the grocery store.
Been runnin' around, seen many a town. So maybe you'll find I'm the kind of guy to brag. But listen to me and see, if you don't agree. No melody rolls like that old steel guitar rag..
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks. Dressed in holiday style. In the air. There's a feeling. of Christmas. Children laughing. People passing. Meeting smile after smile.
Come and sing a simple song of freedom. Sing it like you've never sung before. Let it fill the air. Tell the people everywhere. We, the people here, don't want a war.
It's only small town talk. You know how people are. They can't stand to see you. Being who you are.. . It's only small town talk. Don't pay it no mind.
(feat. P. Diddy, Eminem, Obie Trice). . Ih.. ih, ih (it has been). It has been, it has been, it has been. It has been said, that there has been known to be bloodshed.
Sometimes I think about old folks back home. That 12 mile road that I used to roam.. Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean. Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans..
Obsecne desire of my obsession. I tried to make her my possesion, but love and lust must live free. Now the spell I threw, is coming back to me.. Chorus: Well I feel like I'm roped and tied. Shes takin me for a ride, slow suicide..
I'm mad gonna sell it on a t-shirt. I'm living out a borrowed age. I got God, I got the medication. I got enough make it all go away. Got blood on the mirror boy.