Testi:
Squirtgun

Someone here is a two face liar Spreading gossip like an old town crier bent on revenge, squeeking like a rusty hinge How could you never stop and think

Another sunny afternoon Mental pictures of you Exposures you'll never see Another sunny afternoon Come on tell me the truth Do you still think of me?

He's sitting frozen with mud on his feet in Indiana And his blue skin plays a January song His mind a-wanders to the sunshine he's been missing in the

Juan V., he's puttin' down another fist fight Bean cans, they're pickin' coffee. It's a long night Slave sages, penny wages, All I ever do is criticize

I wanted to leave you, but you left me first I thought I could take it, but you made it worse You crooked smile made me feel right at home When I was

Grind me down on a beach in New Orleans I'll never let you snore Shake like a snake in a clutch of moon shiver Sparkle like a capital floor You and me

Well my hair is cryin' In wild mist of liar's corner Tearin' fruit apart with my bare hands My hands are cryin' lately Well, the snow is blowin' In this

Well my Jeannette makes my heart go pitter-pat Well my Jeanette makes me want to fly Well my Jeannette, she's got a smile like a superstar Hope she'll

I thought you might appreciate the fact of my dream: a few shapes and lines, skyscrapers flew off. A satellite fell in the center of and broadcast teh