Tradução: The Blood Brothers. Street Wars / Foxholes exóticos.
Tradução: John deseo. Exótico Japón.
Tradução: Guided By Voices. Cluless flecos (El exótico Freebird).
Tradução: Ray J. Exóticas.
Tradução: Mitológicos Torres Fría. Voluptuosidad exótica de un sentimiento de vida perdidos.
I have gained the ultimate knowledge I have gained the ultimate knowledge I have gained the ultimate knowledge (ultimate knowledge, ultimate knowledge
Exotic Is how I describe you Your honest You make me feel like I can trust you Take advantage of my space and time You're so romantic You know how to
brass boots, where has your gaunt gown gone? whose streets have you walked on? who did you meet? what did they say? is the world just a foxhole you watch
Bugs in Billy Bob's bed Billy Bobs Bed Oh yeah You know you're wasting your time You drove me out of my mind You left me and then you said Another guy
It's in my head - I can't take it no more It's like they said - don't really got a choice Do it right - or you might force us to make an Example of you
Falling down the stairs one, two, three, four Pick the broken bodies up off the floor I just killed a good friend of mine Five, six, seven, eight and
It's starting to look like Junkion, the garbage dump in space We live like rats on Junkion, there's so much fucking waste The poison, the poison, you
On ma dit que la meche est allumer. Perestroiska!! Tener vous tout le monde c'a va sauter. Perestroiska!! A l'attaque c'est l'heure de la libertee. Perestroiska
Not a sound breaks the surface just the dull grind of supplyside theory and tiamina doubleshifts. This is tough love metered by quotas and piecerates
The sewage, the human waste. Noticed for the first time. Tagged and castoff, disowned and disposed without a name. Laid to rest in a potter's field.
Age four. White walls. Through a door. Shadow falls. Say uncle, it's okay. Say uncle, it's okay. Hands reached through cloth and skin. Never again. One
Never able. Just severing cords stretched from hand to heart. Fill your eyes with as much as they'll hold. Slowly steeping. Pushing through the floor
Live on location, the frontlines beamed a quiet room behind double locked doors. This just in, through static and snow, through smashed glass and teargas