Traduzione: Panda. Panda è un gruppo di Plastiko.
Traduzione: PLASTIKO. 100% Tapatio.
Empty glasses made of plastic, So unlikely and fantastic, I might cruise in coffee houses, I'm returning naked glances But if the mediocre (vision ...)
she left you dying on the floor and even then she was a whore she held your prize a monemt drift into dispair and even so she has a gift she's plastic
When I look into the eyes of the tough punk guys With their stupid bondage belts And the girls accessorize With lots of little spikes and neat hair dyes
I come from south London I think I'm cool I wear a cheap crombie and that's about all I go down the pub with all the lads Their wearing their chains
A piece of living meat Was the nicest gift I could ever give He never thought he'd see A second chance, a second chance to live Take out the blown out
Passa e scivola dietro l'ombra di un respiro e non si ferma mai mentre il vento poi la spinge. Dimmi dove sei cos'e rimasto ora? Dimmi cosa sei
(Radiohead Cover) Her green plastic watering can For her fake chinese rubber plant In the fake plastic earth That she bought from a rubber man In
You got a plastic name and a plastic heart You can play the game or you'll never start I'm talkin' to you You got a plastic house and a plastic fence
Vive in un castello di acciaio e di metallo il re di plastica, nevrotico schizzato, robotico, stressato il re di plastica e parla col computer, con
Miralo, ahi esta, sentado en una silla de plastico mirando pa abajo no entiende un carajo de na miralo, ahi esta, si te fijas respira y no habla y navega
La, piu in la, nel Mexico, fine tra di noi oh baby non parlare, continua ad atterrare io non so se ti amo piu, tu mi hai detto stop ma un viaggio ci
Feeling, living, breathing you only seem to live for you pretending to be caring making me believe in you cruel & unforgiving made me out to be your
You can't hide behind social graces So don't try to be all touchy feely Cuz you've lie in my face of all places But I got no problem with that really
Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish Flourescent light of the bathroom Shows my hands as they are See and eyelash on my cheek Pick it off
They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan They discovered a slave cemetery there And may their souls rest easy now that lynching has been frowned
Sitting in my glass house while your ghost is sleeping down the hall. Watching the little birds fly kamikaze missions into the walls. Think I'm gonna