So Potos. So Guanajuato. So Guatemala. So Panama. So Palmeda. So locura. So del mielo. So saqueo. So la cruz. So bandera. So la peste. So calavera. ? Mundo querido alviame.
Nobody's coming through my way. I'm drowsing in the crown with nothin' to say. Waitin' for a better day. This is another beautiful Sunday. . It's alway the same old show.
Esta ciudad es la propiedad. Del seor Matanza !!. El de la rebaja baja del taxi. Los tiros, la tira, el basuco y la mentira !. Esta ciudad es la propiedad.
Tous les mecs se dchainent. Devant la Tl. St Etienne, Bourg La Reine. Tous des enculs!. Dans les gradins c'est l'enfer!. Ecoutez les supporters:. Football, football, football.
La noche que yo naci. (Cayó la luna, cayó la luna). Cayó en mi cuna a mi. (Cayó en la cuna, cayó en la cuna). Yo de nacer me repenti. Si me entiende tu a mi.
She said a taste was all I'd need. I never asked her why. Now I really don't know why. Sweet love had to lie. . She told me I should sell my soul. I never asked the price.
Children taking handguns to classrooms. Getting blown away. Play time means something new today. . President tells lies in the courthouse. He's gonna slip away.
A voice in my head, a voice from my past. Talking in tongues I recognize. A sound in my room, is it rain on my window. I lie awake eyes open wide. . Sometimes I read, or watch my t.v..
Signed, sealed, delivered. sat right in your lap. And everything you wanted, you got lyin' on your back. She never had to try for nothin' no, no. She born in luxury.
She's as sweet as candy. She's a sugar coated queen. Shine's like a diamond. On the silver screen. . Sixteen and sexy. Peaches and cream. Strawberry milkshake.
He makes his sign, and he leaves his smell. At the scene of his crime. Its his day in hell. And there's smoke in the sky, and there's fire in his eyes.
Dead and by yourself. And I won't look back. Deceased is what has become. Below is where you belong. . Dream at night and cry. Now, by myself and die.
You never told me twice. And I can't trust anything. Let's not have the past remain. For it's happened too many times. And all this - Is mine. So take back - My time.
(Imbedded in fear, I stand and face the oppressor. Death drawn by my side, the taste of revenge invades me. The eyes of uncertainty, the slow drawn breath of those about to die.
Someone help me understand. There's something to live for. The summer tides wash up. Wash me up onto the shore. Looking around everyday. Everyone seems so dead.
MANIC RAGE. SOCIETY. . Watch the news. Somebody killed a baby. They left the body in a dustbin. Watch the news. Somebody raped an old lady. They left her dazed and drugged.
SCHNITTKER HAT NEN SCHNABEL. . Ich rief dich an. Und du hast aufgelegt. In meinen Trumen. Hab ich dich flach gelegt. Ich bin zruck. Aber es ist fr uns zu spt.
Sweet talking guy. Talking sweet kinda lies. Don't you believe in him, if you do he'll make you cry. He'll send you flowers. And paint the town with another girl.