e piu stanco Fissare il grigio distinguendone il nero dal bianco Riprendo tesi sul falso e sul vero ma il vero e scomparso E resta il falso a stabilir
when i was young i had dreams, my senses weren't repressed. emotions now mass produce, there will be none left soon enough, stuck held fast like fossiles
un acrobate, Servit de balancier, Un vendeur de cravates Le prit comme associe, Puis il se deplia Sur une permanente, Puis il se deplia Car il pleuvait
Whoooahh! Bite! Whoooah! Bite! Release the bats! Release the bats! Don't tell me that it doesn't hurt A hundred fluttering in your skirt Don't tell me
She liked my drugs, I liked her hair She's like a God 'cuz she don't care She had to watch her little brother die What a great disguise, skies are falling
Utter gibbersih, except for sad sack kack arelya Sounds like: My baby jump off the ceiling, take a look at yourself goin' into that I know where bevs
acrobate, Servit de balancier, Un vendeur de cravates Le prit comme associe, Puis il se deplia Sur une permanente, Puis il se deplia Car il pleuvait
Traduzione: Il Jesus Lizard. Sordo come un pipistrello.
Traduzione: Pezzato. Chris Rodgers (e il pipistrello Ball Wiffle).
Traduzione: Il Bronx. Pipistrelli!.
: It used to seem so wonderful To sit out in the breeze Until the town was overrun By stinging killer bees The stinging pests Were unwelcome guests They
