Letras:
Escafandra Autónoma

: Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold

: Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold

: Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold

: Sitting on a park bench -- eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose -- greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in

: Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand. And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he could

: As I did walk by Hampstead Fair I came upon Mother Goose so I turned her loose she was screaming. And a foreign student said to me was it really

: Take you to the cinema and leave you in a Wimpy Bar you tell me that we've gone to far come running up to me. Make the scene at Cousin Jack's leave

: In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath, runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping steam breaking on

: When I was young and they packed me off to school and taught me how not to play the game, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, or if they