Tradução: Flash And The Pan. Juego Gratis.
Tradução: Flash And The Pan. Narcóticos social.
own inequity But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the
: See the Soul Singer in the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the Soul
said you're better off sticking to your guns Any fule kno that Oh moronica queen of the biz And her friend flash harry thinks he knows what it is Tin pan
And my stomach was soakin wet She only 5?2 And 48 hours all before I showed up And brought a thousand dollas worth of drinks and got poured up Damn my
driveway, And she cried to me so I cried too, And my stomach was soakin wet, She only 5'2, And 48 hours all before I showed up, And brought a thousand
, And she cried to me so I cried too, And my stomach was soakin wet, She only 5'2, And 48 hours all before I showed up, And brought a thousand dollas
the Wizard of Oz Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it Grab the scissors and saws And, cut out your livers gizzards and balls Throw you
typhoon... I might be seeing rockets light up the night sky... Right outside of the window of my living room... And if they do you can say goodnight and
all out Sweat it all out With your bedroom eyes and your baby pout Sweat it all out In our electric storms and our shifting sands and our candy jars and
from below I'm a ready to cook with fire She cattin' around to catch you, man And butters you up to buy her Darling, she's just a flash in the pan. Don
get no place with you You're so supreme Lyrics that I write of you Scheme, just for a sight of you And I dream Both day and night of you And what
To sing a backwash song Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I
you deceive, you're just a flash in the pan Evil, to take you for a ride, then try to damage all you've got Pure scum and headed for a fall, karma will
: (Tom Waits/William Burroughs) The flash pan hunter sways with the wind His rifle is the sound of the morning Each sulfurous bullet way have it's own
Stick around Then proceed to ignore you No flash pot pan, guitar man Or resurrected Apollo myth To seal your fate Feed your plate And just plain worship and
