Testi:
Dan Nascimento

Black and Hispanic newborns for as low as a thousand dollars. All shots- spayed and neutered.

now show me the reason behind your actions that left me alone and covered in scars so I search for comfort and healing to somehow rid these demons and

Remove this blade That has been shoved in my back At a time that i was so fragile You Offered Nothing But the cold of your shoulder And when i needed

Half drowned in these holes We've dug for ourselves How far have these days taken us We rest on the backs Of treaded paths And encircle the ghost Of

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson I tend the wheat field that makes your bread. I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed.

Now it's gone, gone, gone, those years have passed away. It's gone, gone, gone, there's truth in what I say. It's gone, gone, gone, there's nothing more

Wine and women and song will only make me sad. Love and kisses and hugs, the things I never had. If this should end, I don't mind. If this should end

There was a little girl I planned to marry, if this was my love I didn't want to share. I thought that love would make my life bright and sunny, but

Where is the sun that shone on my head, the sun in my life it is dead, it is dead. Where is the light that would play in my streets, and where are the