The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre. Winds of the marsh lightly blew. Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders. Hunters of pity she slew.
I'm staring straight ahead, I tore off the rear view. Motorcycle growls, brake never gets used. Pipe's spittin' flame, pavement burning tire. Night and day, riding fire.
In the sand you used to lay. You'd be there at my side. As the night fell on the shore. She had gone. I trusted to you to stay. . Read the story in the papers.
Roll on up and queue in line. All you need is here. Absurdity in what you see. Can't match the state you're in. . All things are flawed to me. Stick with the things that you know.
And there's someone. Always laughing over me. A taste of my inferiority. It mocks me and weakens me. Emphasizes what is wrong with me. . And now that I am not content to be.
You see my fear looks like laughter. That's why you never hear me scream. And I'm learning to rule in my simian shoes. Tradition has absorbed the sickest things.
My book of Mormon wrapped in Turin. And it seems inferior and jittery. You preach elastic to your jagged flock. In an eerie passion for self flattery.
Fingers severed on a mirrors edge. Isolated with no respect. Conversation has been replaced. Punctured slowly ideas escape. . My possessions are all I have.
Entre casa y Babyln. Camino peleon. Entre tu mam y Babyln. Ni pap ni colchn. Entre colonia y Babyln. No te vayas de resbaln. Entre casa y Babyln. Camina la ilusin.
She ain't as young as she used to be. She's got some miles on her now. She ain't no chicken and her paint job's fadin'. But I still love her anyhow. .
She says the things that she does. She does for the sake of love. Tryin' to understand me. . She holds her head in her hands. Says I'm an impossible man.
you might somehow be redeemed. even though your heathen days. are long gone. & the need to be redeemed. is such a boring thing to want. caved in, hibernating.
I [???] so scary. . Never got along with the heinas in mi school. Trippin' on me for smokin' super cools. Muchos problemo on mi cabeza. . I want to put mi verga in la muerte!.
(A. Vandenberg). Just a human being, I've had more than enough. Feelin' like a punchin' bag, feeling pretty rough. I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide anymore what I feel inside.
(music: A. Vandenberg, lyrics: R. Young). Tell me, tell me can you feel it, go from a whisper to a scream. The look in your eyes bears a clever disguise.
Esa mujer me esta matando. Me ha espinado el corazón. Por más que trato de olvidarla. . Mi alma no da razón. Mi corazón aplastado. Dolido y abandonado.
Can we stop all the screaming and shouting aloud. Of catch phrases and slogans and chants unthought out?. So emotionally driven with no room for doubt.
A Chico Méndez lo mataron. Era un defensor y un ángel. De toda la Amazonia. . El murió a sangre fría. Lo sabía Collor de Melo. Y también la policía. .
Como un perro me has traido. Como un perro enloquecido. Quieres manipular mi vida. Me tienes bien tomada la medida. (Oh, yeah). . Reconozco que me exitas.
Veníamos con algunos años. Cuando entonces yo te conocí. En el palmar. . Teníamos la cabeza llena de ideales. Y repleto el corazón de amor. . Fuiste mi profunda vida.