I went to Blockhead Video. To rent a tape of people makin' love. Couldn't find no love in here. It's a family store, see here!. Settled for Faces Of Death.
A la carga mi rocanroll desbordar cualquier mar. Que contenga el gran paso de tu cola de paja. Y si mi boca de dragn enciende la mecha. Y no te gusta que diga una sola verdad.
A fork is a cold shiny tool to pierce, tear and ingest. Whatever has the fork in hand controls the meal of its choice. We're told the first few punctures, they're for our own good.
Disconnected, dysfunctional. Soul mates with nobody else. Sing a song for the New Ice Age. Greed has made us lonely. . Faith, hope and treachery. Faith, hope and treachery.
Sheets off. Flashlight in your eyes. FREEZE!. Guns in your gut. Strip down. Body search. Cough up. Or stomach pump. To fight the war on drugs. You must give up your rights.
Don't ask me why. But I was walking down the streets. Of Fairfax, California. And I saw this flyer hangin'. On a telephone pole, and it said. CAN GOD FILL TEETH?.
(Lyrics: Jeff Ward & Biafra). Here today, gone tomorrow. Don't need my self remembered. But what I help create and leave behind. Is important to me. To dent the comfortably numb.
Six, six, six, Dunkin' Donuts. A twenty inch veggie pizza from Gumby's. Extra jalapenos on the side. And a case of Asahi Dry. . I wish to speak with Timothy Leary.
I never give up. Whatever seems so hard to get. I cross the line when something shines. And I know that if it's fake. I'll go back. Won't miss a chance.
( Jefs ). El sol se esconde la oscuridad reina. es la hora mis negocios abren sus puertas. suena el telefono para pedidos importantes. (alo si ok llego en un instantes).
(Jefs , Too small ). Esto no es ni himno o signo de lo que siento o pienso declaracion de guerra. juramento o lamento no es sermon de un mormon no es receta del mes no.
( Jefs ). Rompiendo el silencio yo vengo llegando demostrando no imponiendo mi. estilo tensivo latino infinito en orgullo seguro llegando primero sincero.
( Jefs ). En secuencia se desliza el momento violento lento. yo solo siento un................. Y pasado a la historia la sangre corria y ten~ia las. aceras de mi barrio el silencio inundaba hasta.
( Jefs ). Denso directo adentro , entrando por los oidos bajo EFX de la pozze. con estilo un siglo siete an~os para su fin sin muchos cambios se va si.
Attention c'est la danse du Coup de Boule!. (Coup de boule, coup de boule). Coup de boule à droite. (Coup de boule, coup de boule). Coup de boule à gauche.
When the sun shines on the mountain. And the night is on the run. It's a new day, it's a new way. And I fly up to the sun,. I can fell the morning sunlight.