Quiero putas, rateros y gordos La misa necesita sangre podrida El poder que tengo - le doy gracias al rey Prende las velas y trae el machete Mi padre
: Quiero putas, rateros y gordos La misa necesita sangre podrida El poder que tengo - le doy gracias al rey Prende las velas y trae el machete Mi padre
Welcome baby you lookin' so sexy glad you could make it now take your clothes off take your clothes off I don't wanna see no panties I want you the way
Banana, Chocolate, Tapioca, Figi Banana, Chocolate, Tapioca, Figi...Puddin'! (Thanks to John for these lyrics)
I won't buy a word you sold me I'm going places you never dreamed about So tired of stupid stories I'll write a song the world can sing aloud We'll break
Now everybody put on your dance shoes It's time we all got footloose Just follow me I'm making time to cut up the floor It's in your eyes and I want
I?m alive when I?m missing you I?m heading out for the lone star state and flying over Santa Fe I?m looking out at a mountain range I brace myself for
The beat of war reigns on Can you hear the sound of marching drums? Bullets fill the sky Men kill to show their nation's pride The smell of death and
Prepare the masses, cause this means war And if it's a fight they want, we'll bring the hell they're looking for With bullets blazing, the cowards hit
To all those listening, this is my story About a confused girl and a boy that's boring Silly how look can be, stupid and awkward But you leaving can'
It's a war in your bedroom baby I'd cut off my tongue for just a taste Of a piece of your flesh my darling I've got no time to hesitate The bathroom
I found out what I've been missing You are enough to keep me wondering through the nights that I've spent Alone Alone In hotels we are only voices Kept
I'm chasing time Looking for a beat Open your eyes And repeat after me You try so hard to find a rhythm in your heartbeat The less you know the more
Weekends are for the warriors All those late nights walking through front doors at daybreak Raise all, of the glasses high This one's to all of us sitting
Picture perfect turned to worthless bittersweet the taste is like ash in my mouth love we had it you're a bad habit I'm ready to give you up i give
No dear could this be true? It's our lives we told The minds of such damaged boys Your dreams bought and sold Give me those bright blue eyes And those