Traducción: Vercilo, Jorge. Homem-aranha.
There're spiders in your room But there always will be There's people to be fooled And there always has been Hold out your hand, hold out your hand Or
That motherfucker was horrific Yes it was, yes it was, okay I was sittin' on the hill, countin' my dough Milllion two, million three, million four Five
There is a chance That I won?t repeat the lessons that I?ve learnt Instead I?ll make the same mistakes Pretend for me, don?t prove me wrong I broke my
Spider crawling on the wall I see him and he sees it all And he sees it all I fell down in that lazy place Where the English language can?t penetrate
Spiders are singing in the salty breeze Spiders are filling out tax returns Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies On a private beach in Michigan
(Music by P. Wagner, S. Fischer, S. Efthimiadis / Lyrics by P. Wagner) This world?s so materialistic, our life just makes sense when we buy. You?re just
There is a spider in my dreams Long and silent is his name Cold as lightning is his smile Final is his sting His curse is deep as seven skies Boys, I
I've got nothing to worry about, So I worry about nothing. I think I've got fleas or some tropical disease And my spider-sense is tingling. I've got
I dont hang out in makeshift graveyards Ill serve my time in them soon enough and I cant deny the foolish compromise by satellites Stop! My routine
Young and wasted Look at me now I'm the King of California Straight out of Tennessee Come on baby Crash on my couch You've got that Hollywood nosebleed
Innocent victim filled up with pills Or so it would seem to the rumbler scene Her getaway sticks made contact with bricks Caught skating around, now it
Adalae, your every moment is a masterpiece Adalae, you're only precious 'til you meet your needs Adalae, you say we'll see you on the silver screen But
Woo hoo, we're a sounding contradiction A pieced together picture of a satellite trying to fly Woo hoo, this is feeling like stick up And I'm about to
Hey, gimme, gimme chemicals Gimme the fix, gimme back control A white hot white revival We?re gonna be saved tonight A twist in hand with some friends
I saw you standing in the front row shaking wide eyed catastrophe Said you were looking for a boyfriend baby youre wasting your time with me Cause I
And now were hiding in towers Cracking security codes Jilted hearts to build jilted lovers And we are skyscrapers and its considered entrapment and
Back in Hollywood today, Technicolor turned to gray The altered senses were the primary impulse Drinking whiskey everyday, smoking second thoughts away