No puedo levantar mi vaso, sin ver su trasero. En su lejano fondo. . No puedo levantar mi vaso, sin ver su trasero. En su lejano fondo. . Si quieres saber que deprimente es.
I can't raise my glass, without seeing her ass. Through it's telescopic bottom. I can't raise my glass, without seeing her ass. Through it's telescopic bottom.
Get ready for love, praise him. Get ready tot love, praise him. Get ready-ready for love, get ready. . Well, most of all nothing much ever really happens.
Past the ivy-covered windows of the angel. Down Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral. Through the churchyard I wandered. Sat for a spell there and I pondered.
I wanna tell ya 'bout a girl. You know, she lives in room 29. Why, why that's the one right up top a mine. I start to cry, I start to cry. . Oh I hear her walkin'.
Foi na cruz, foi na cruz, que um dia. Meus pecados castigados em Jesus. Foi na cruz, que um dia foi na cruz. . Love comes a-knocking. Comes a-knocking upon our door.
Where is Mona? She's long gone. Where is Mary? She's taken her along. But they haven't put their mittens on. And there's fifteen feet of pure white snow?.
Gun wears his alcoholism well. Finger in Bottle and swingin' it still. From Bed to Sink and back again. Clock is crawlin' round the same. He's bustin' Clock (he hates its face).
Empty out your pockets, toss the lot upon the floor.. All those treasures, my friend,. you don't need them anymore.. Your days are all through dying,.
For you dear I was born. For you I was raised up. For you I've lived and for you I will die. For you I am dying now. . You were my mad little lover. In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over.
Farmer Emmerich went into his barn. Found a cow suckling a serpent. And the brown ape clanking a heavy chain. Said farmer Emmerich to the ape. "Never ask me to come into this barn again".
It's difficult, it's very tough. I said to the man who'd been sleeping rough. To sit within a fragrant breeze. All among the nodding trees. That hang heavy with the stuff.
On this European night out on the brink. The cafes and the bars still stink. The air is much too thick for seeing. But not thick enough for leaning. I leave in a catatonic crawl.
The light from the window. falls on the floor. and after it breaks. I cut my feet. on the little bright pieces. I glow in the dark. But only when night falls.
Down in a willow garden. Where me and my love did meet,. 'Twas there we sat a courting. My love dropped off to sleep.. . I had a bottle of the Burglar's wine.
Down in a willow garden. Where me and my love did meet,. 'Twas there we sat a courting. My love dropped off to sleep.. . I had a bottle of the Burglar's wine.
Onward and onward and onward I go. Where no man before be bothered to go. Till the soles of my shoes are shot full of holes. And it's all downhill with a bullet.
Onward and onward and onward I go. Where no man before be bothered to go. Till the soles of my shoes are shot full of holes. And it's all downhill with a bullet.
Dig yourself, Lazarus. Dig yourself, Lazarus. Dig yourself, Lazarus. Dig yourself back in that hole. . Larry made his nest up in the autumn branches. Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air.