These berries are eyes Your eyes, my eyes Birds turn their necks Stare at them, long for them For the neck is a fruit Your neck, my neck These fruits
WAIT! there's no need for senseless bloodshed the mosquitoes dropped their javelins and looked on oh man far out it's king frog
I don't remember the good ones from the bad, But it's too late because I can't hold back from the bucket of bruises. Brothers and sisters, our lease is
Tradução: Guided By Voices. Los mosquitos abandonaron sus jabalinas.
Tradução: Tratamiento de choque. Canción de Farley (Mirando a un as).
I don't remember the good ones from the bad, But it's too late because I can't hold back from the bucket of bruises. Brothers and sisters, our lease