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: There's a woman in the wardrobe singing Beatles out of tune, And a salesman in the corner trying to blow up a burst balloon, And the Managing Director

: -?Llevas el disco, No? -Ah, si si, aqui esta -Pues ponlo o algo, que todavia no he escuchado nada -Vale, de todos modos yo no lo tengo muy claro eh

On the Black Ceasar tip, my dialogue is just like a frank inside of a supermarket, raw dog I'm the untouchable, never to be took out A Sexy Mother..

There's a woman in the wardrobe singing Beatles out of tune, And a salesman in the corner trying to blow up a burst balloon, And the Managing Director

Get your bravery from a six pack. Get your bravery from a half-pint. Drink your whiskey, drink your grain. Bottoms uo and you don't feel pain. (Chorus

You tell me you like the taste You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it looks cool You tell me you want to be different

I don't wanna hear it. All you do is talk about you. I don't wanna hear it. 'Cause I know that none of it's true. I don't wanna hear it. Sick and

I want to tell you a little story. 'Cause It makes me warm inside. It's about some friends growing up[. And all the thing they tried. I'm not talking

[POOR MEMORY--SORRY] i'm a bored boy born in the road some say my manners ain't the best some of my friends they've been in a whole lot of trouble some