Traducción: Ilan. Soldier Side East.
Had an atomic bore In 2004 Did some atomic tricks In 2006 I got out way late In 2008 I'm gonna do it again In 2010 Uhh! Hhh, had an atomic bore In 2004
Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Justice Declare independence Don't let them do
{Food processors are great} It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home I feel foul mouthed as I stand an' wait for the underground And a nervous
Everyone's someone's biggest mistake They ever made Get in touch with me I could be yours
I could not look Him in the face, so I stood revarnishing the floor with my eyes. He stared into them with this love so offended and profound. He tore
He's eighteen and he wants to die He wants some glory but the price is high He sees the way out and wants to touch the sky A star for today and a corpse
This is my openin' scripture I've been preparin' this album my whole life Might be uncomfortable for most you listeners Satin's bombardin' me with propositions
An elf is mowing the lawn And a duck is quacking Pachyderms are really just fish Number fives are laughing Mullets grow beyond your lungs Chicken fetus
Broken in sections. My breath is losing it's rhythm and my pulse is the center of attention. Render these arms useless. I tried not to hear her voice,
1. You may not have all you want or you need all that you have has been due to my hand, it can change, it can stay the same, who can say, who can make
1. Every believer all over the world wake up and realize, satan is busy destroying the world right before our very eyes, our children are killing
weight on your shoulders is heavy, you've been suppressing these urges far to long. you're sick of acting the right way: it's wrong for you but it's right
In My Arms All through the years you were my hero My best friend and my one companion Then we got news and my world shut down And I took care of you
your hips are swaying and your eyes are saying that you need two gamblers for this game you're playing, and i might want you, but i don't need you and
heard a song and i counted out loud the two-steps, the goose-steps back. back from square one, from where we'd just begun, and then it rang a bell-but
you speak of rastafari, but how can you justify belief in a dog that's left you behind? you've simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class
when fred and barney rubble (please kill me) indoctrinate me in my own home and try to tell me that mr. slate's got it rough on his corporate throne, "
