: Mil palabras sin apeadero en el teje de toa la pringue de la grasa de mi pelo, que suda y no piensa, y apesta de cerca y tumba los nervios del que
: So, here I am again. Both of my eyes so, open wide and gleaming. Blank stares, with races running only an inch behind. Sit back and watch the pavement
: The rain on the ground The empty town Nothing is left in the lost and found Hot sun, buzzin' flies Hurtin' head, squinty eyes Look at me and how I'
: Now that I've used up all my ideas Here in my little house by the sea I search for a usable memory but none comes to me In grade one, my teacher could
: Sangre vomita el mar, plaga de moscas en la playa, un pais devastado, solidaridad multinacional, circo en television, cero con siete enanitos, compra
: Sun rise light flies Sun rise light flies Sun rise light flies Sun rise light flies Sweet Sunday morning Lets the nightmares come alive I bet tomorrow
: (Gustavo Napoli) Palomitas de maiz, para esa boca abierta, y un espejo retrovisor para que recuerde que metio la pata. Moscas verdes, para ese buche
: Mis dias sin ti son tan oscuros tan largos tan grises mis dias sin ti mis dias sin ti son tan absurdos tan agrios tan duros mis dias sin ti mis
: When the clock strikes two There's so much to do and I cant explain what i need Jobs and social group Hearing the latest new keepin your reputation
: Why can't people just understand Money's something in the nature of the hand Now as we need something of the flu All you do is toughen up, nothing
: "Line not transcribed" the thoughts, the thing that's I don't know "Line not transcribed" it's all what keeps my mind clear you laugh at ??? you can
: I whistle good I'm kinda straight And I can can can have fun No matter what I do I've always assumed that I can't go on sucking on my thumb Sifting
: In the darkest tunnel it's nice to see a light Not just a headlight Like the one that's heading right for me It would be nice if things could turn
: You are better than me,girls,money,and everything I try to compete with you, but you beat me at everything i do I see in you the things that would
: Seen enough to eye you But I've seen to much to try you It's always weirdness while you Dig too much to fry you, the weirdness flows between us Freak
: Two different people, two different places Through a one way window with two different faces Agreements are not reached, faces are forgotten The
: Down! Start digging down your throat Another string of lies is born You must exemplify perfection Bronzing a broken life of shit You filthy liar Septic
