: Casual sex with a hard up thug shifting good time drugs and... A human is hauled from the wombs wired jaw. We are liberal and We are civil and
: This truly is the Devil's crayon tracing your shoulderblades aglow like rayon this truly is the Devil's crayon that all his children can use to draw
De lejos mi nina no quiero mas de tus tratos Veras que mi corazon no es una bolita de trapo No Quiero de ese carino que hace dano que hiere dentro Lami
Music by Elton John Lyrics by Bernie Taupin We bet on our lives and we bet on the horses In that upstairs apartment On Orlando and 4th And the rent was
On what do you base your life, my friend? Can you see around the bend? Can you see? On what star do you take your sight On a cold and blowy night Alone
Como esos cuadros que aun estan por colgar, Como el mantel de la cena de ayer, Siempre esperando que te diga algo mas, Y mis sentidas palabras no quieren
Three hundred and sixty five Seventeen hours a day. Ring the bell and come in. Everything's changing every day and it's always quite warm in here. Ring
The shit eaters are climbing down the eavestrough and invading our formerly happy home. What have we got to do to repel them? How can we stop these things
He said "Give me a dingle sometime before school starts, we can talk, have some tea, maybe get together, come visit me, stay for dinner.. or something
Enough is enough already and I think that 2 years is too long to go without a girlfriend. Throw that God damn dog a bone. Enough is enough already and
I'm in favour of sex, against violence, and so-so on Rock and Roll.
Come on come on come on come on now cook for me Can't you see that I am not afraid. What was that promise that you made? Why wonUt you tell me what I
Recorded at the Parkdale Hotel 10-September-1993 with Sweet Daddy Siki assisting with the vocals. (Spoken) Now we're gonna go on with the next one if
Go 'head Romeo, Do Your Thing [CHORUS] I [?] wanna wit a freaky hoe Tappin' my shoulder, said let's go She turned around and said oh no Ima start loadin
Simply put I'm satisfied just to hear you speak And holding on to what you said last time, here with me I remember listening to passing cars, on our backs
You fucking killed yourself Slit your wrists with my fucking car I hope you felt real fuckin' stupid I hope you felt real fuckin' stupid On the way to
They put a new sign up today Where everyone could read it The folks who paid to have it made Must think that I need it It was selling Sunday service Been
Chorus: You see it is what it is, that?s when I take a moment and look, and see just how the light is shinin on me, see how we takin off, no matter how