Who's a friend to the King of all the monkey's? Who's a pal to the duck who won't fly south? Who's the buddy of the Bible Quoting Aardvark? Who's the
Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings When the distant sea blended with the sky Past Coliseum's filled with brass On pavements carved
Yea, won't you come and get me? I can feel your fear Yea, so if you think you're lucky I'll be right here Ain't no right or ain't no wrong And you're
I would like to crush your pointed head You fucking puke I think you wet the bed I would like to punch your stupid face Grab you by your punk rock hair
I would like to crush your pointed head/You fucking puke/I think you wet the bed/I would like to punch your stupid face/Grab you by your punk rock hair
I have to follow my path/heart Life, it, it just seems right, now And when I had you I didn't always want you, baby I'd cry myself out But you survived
Jiggy man (repeats 55 times) everybody say yeah!
i say tomato (toh-may-toh) so instead you say (toh-mah-toh), and i say light-skinned but you say mulatto. i don't know, i prefer to go straight off the
It feels like Jesus on the cross It's so religious in its loss A graven image in the mud Like when I shed my precious blood I am a loser, I am Satan
I dropped my remote down the couch I want to see golf I want it now computer's sick the phone line is down lost my wallet nowhere to be found (1 John
Hustlin the grands, hustle cause I can Hustle like my mother was in love with rubber bands Russia and Japan, Russia pass the fans I am not a sucker, sucker
Let's get fucked up and die I'm speaking figuratively, of course Like the last time that I committed suicide Social suicide Yeah so I'm already dead
Murder, murder, murder, murder, muthafuckas Yeah, I'm short but my boys cause ruckus It's the nigga that's icey like a Popsicle It's like the jail when
Bring us your trinkets, your baubles of gold Join the debauchery, the young and the old Let us bow down to his great golden calf Darken our spirits, as
Wrist my slit Don't go far Don't go too far Blade to my throat I'm just not healing I hate my life and what I been doing Trust me never close your eyes
All my life, I waited for something great, Here I am with nothing showing. And all I want, yes it is all I wanted- it's us I lost my chance maybe a
Kaputt und glucklich (x2) kaputt und glucklich hier ist unser zuhause nacht fur nacht tag fur tag eine blaupause des lebens wie es nutzlos verruckt wird
El contador y el servil El usurero y el transa Ese par de columnistas El abogado y la suegra El que me cobra la renta Y la que me representa Los que viven
