A nosotros nos tratan como mierda de cerdo. (putas y gorgos-sangre podrida). Y nos usan pa limpiar el culo. Hijos de perra, rockeros maricones!. No les gusta mi color.
Dressed in black. White gloves and all. You drive up and I greet you. A glad handshake and the money. But that's not all that I'm into. . I take your keys.
Ain't got room for charity. Me, I'm crawling with no cash. Me, I'm looking for hot flesh. . This skeleton's mine. Chop it up. Chop it up. . Blood on video-video crime.
satakuusi saatanan pirua. murtaa taivaan portit. kaksisataa infernon demonia. teurastaa enkelijoukon. . kuusikymment metallista petoa. puhaltaa ydintalven.
aurinko nousee. pittemme ylle. eivt suojaa anna. alastomat puut. . astuu esiin. mies tovereineen. pissn lakit. punathtiset. . ovat tiss tll. eivt tied miksi.
He won't ride in cars anymore. It reminds him of blow jobs that he's a queer. And his hair stuck to the roof over the wheel. Like a pigeon on a tire goes around.
take a look at the red light my fever spreads. I want to make you bad and disillusionized. feel the pain of the spotlight I am your life. pick up your telephon believe what I say.
I had a vision of a ninth dimension. It showed me things I'd never seen before or since,. The prince of dirty burglars set to rinse an ill black hole.
Wakes up from a terrible dream. A feeling of nightmarish forces. Its hard to breath. A pus, a rip of the scrotum. Ear piercing plague. Disease of the devil.
Some people think that they got it all. all they need is themselves and they'll never fall. but I'm here and you're there and you'll never see. what inside, inside me, what's been killing me.
I miss [Incomprehensible]. . We argued about the big stuff. Money, drugs and sex. Self-determination, choices and bad mistakes. And our self-respect. .
It had something to do with the rain. Leaching, loamy dirt. And the way the back lane came alive. Half moon whispered, "Go". For a while I heard you missing steps in the street.
It had something to do with the rain. Leeching loamy dirt. And the way the back lane came alive. Half moon whispered, go. . For a while, I heard you. Missing steps in the street.
My lord, where is a 'Thank you'?. Someone honest to me. My lord, where's satisfaction?. It's all uphill for me. . I've been faithful. And I've been sweet.
I want to be your valentine. I want to spike your milk with wine. I want to make the others cry. With your fading shadow. Promise you'll stay awake tonight.
If hate's a pleasure. Then the well meaning isn't meant. Valentine's treatment can make is all seem heaven sent. . (Tempting, tempting). To keep it all a secret.
Can't love or be loved. Can't touch or be touched. And he's lonely. . He can't love or be loved. Can't touch or be touched. Yes he's lonely. . And now he's all stressed up.
Can't love or be loved. Can't touch or be touched. And he's lonely. . He can't love or be loved. Can't touch or be touched. Yes he's lonely. . And now he's all stressed up.