Estoy poseido por Satans, Satans. Me han salido un par de cuernos. Y un gran rabo por detrs. Y me estn entrando ganas de matar, de matar. Estoy presente en tus sueos.
One, two, three, four!. . It was a night oo what a night. It was it really was Such a Night. The moon was bright oh how so bright. It was it really was such a night.
All my. Friends are here. This is. The party of the year. I'm not. Ever coming down. Smiling. Faces all around. . [Hook:]. . Everybody. Shake whatcha got.
Sometimes I wish that you could see. The way you look at me. If you only saw things through my eyes. Would you finally understand. Or just like grains of sand.
Sentao en medio de la era. Reventa de tanto trabajar. Saco la chistorra y la hogaza. Y contemplo a mi ganado pastar. Que ubres tiene la puta vaca!. Me da la leche merengada, Uhhh.
Take me where the sweet water flows. Take me where the winds of spring blow. . As swaying as tide, bitter and sweet combined. I close my eyes.... Nothing to fear, there is no evil near.
Lost in the twilight, we sail for the moon. And stars light our way, upon the horizon. . Crazed by the stars, so eager to stray. If we should come there tonight, say would they stay.
Let me walk a while down gallows alley. Mesmerized, alone, behold a sader me. I am the voices lost, I am the voices passed. I am the king down gallows alley.
Leaving with twilight though I was chosen. To wander the way in the darkest of nights. Oh in the summer sun how soon I came to stray. A true damnation when I turned away.
A place so scarlet in a well, tide is creeping up so tell. Stories of her golden time, night coming and the stars. Listen to her voice again, sister sinister will say.
Can't you see. we the people can make the choices. You and I must raise our voices. To build a future where we belong. Revoke oppression and right and wrong.
Sunday night's a perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn. And I'm drunk and at the helm before too long. And Chris will gladly ride shotgun navigating seems like fun.
Friday night's the perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn. And Dave is drunk and at the helm before too long. And Chris will gladly ride shotgun, 'cause navigating seems like fun.
Hey chief, how's the status puddle?. Is it hard to hold your bad breath?. How's the picture-perfect likeness?. Nice frame for the way you see yourself..
I hate my friends, I hate my friends. I hate my, I hate my. I hate my, I hate my. I hate my friends, I hate my friends. . Two in the morning here I am turning blue.
Hi it's, me i'm bored again, all is well i'm not insane. I've been drunk for seven days, everything is fine. I made some friends, broke the ice, then i ate some bread and cheese.
I've been living for years in question some obsession. was i less to live without answers as a life cried. wolf i'm ashamed to mention my anguish but silence.
We used to watch them fall and we saw them. distraught but the attention that they got it. surrounds them for years we watched them enslaved. and we could only laugh what a loser what a shame.
As you sat on the bed. Moments from your end. Inconceivable dread. Inches from your head. I can't bear to imagine you. In that horror scene. One too sad to be.
Intro:. . Do you remember, do you remember (rpt). . Remember it was under the sycamore tree. A bwoy waan mi bow. An mi tell him fi flee. Remember it was under the sycamore treeee.