Testi:
Niquel

azulejos escayolados, cayo a este lado. Once cuerdas, big bang en el polvo. Las parcelas cuadradaas, las posesiones ladradas, las camisas de once varas. Han quedado niquel

believe what you want without checking it (it's not right) we don't agree at all (got a lot to learn) i'll run so far won't hear a word and won't regret

They landed in Manhattan With rifles and hatchets Stinking like the living dead Eatin' local fauna Like there wasn't a tomorrow As they fed how it bled

With a lousy, little grand he'd pay off everyone he owed Drive the fleet-side; take the stake-bed; cafe handlebars My brushed chrome Wrap his ring around

Amongst the goods and high explosives men women and children make their way accross the woods where the troll lives who never sees the light of day

I have developed that blank stare of confinement I am taking a bus in suburban Pomona It's a friday and there's seven cop cars parked outside

You can tell me a joke while we play you a good song Go tap her on the shoulder and see if she'll come along Get it all out our system bottled up it

We don't have that much in common We don't even sound alike I've never been to Scotland I got me own bagpipes Keep your double-O seven We got Remington

Born in the church near a town with no religion I asked them for the man they say he ain't been here in years Lived the life of a soldier part hoodlum