I ask for attention I feel the apprehension And I get no answer Felt like I was decaying Devoutly started praying Let my evil die I obtain no reunion
Esta lloviendo y mi llanto Se confunde con el del cielo Es que triste estoy llorando Porque no veo Y es que no tengo, ya razon para mirar No hay colores
I went in circles for a long time And always seemed to come back to where I started I searched for places far beyond my mind But found that peace of mind
There's a prophet on a mountain And he's making up dinner With long division and writing crop Anybody can feel like a winner When it's served up piping
US government blew its plan Too much money down the can Look and listen to what the president says "The first lady's a fuckin' lez" They think they know
Absolute shibari, cold noodles and hot sake The mistress bar in Roppongi is the place For Japanese hardcore, not the kind you're gonna find at the
Glass war, glass war, glass war, glass war, it's a glass war Glass war, glass war, it's a glass war Glass war, glass war It's a glass war Cause you
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Once I gave a look to you But you never gave it back So here I stand expressionless But my memory's intact I guess the past is good for a laugh A comedy
If you walk away I walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday So you walk that way I'll walk this
{"So long, everything" he shouted Then he ran next door to Margot's house "I'm moving," he said, "where?" asked Margot "Two weeks away, two weeks away
In Germany Before The War There was a man who owned a store In nineteen hundred thirty-four In Dusseldorf And every night at fine-o-nine He'd cross the
Southern fist Rise through the jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin' over Los Angeles 'Cuz of
The sun goes down It leaves me sad and blue The iron curtain falls on This cold war with you For you won't speak And I won't speak, it's true Two stubborn
You've got to get it, mm mm, you've got to get it Don't forget , it doesn't come around again You've got to get it mm mm, you've got to get it And you
Well, you can dress me up as a robber But I won't be in disguise Only love is a robber And he lives within your eyes Ooh, ooh, eee, ooh You can dress
The pound is sinking, the peso's failing The lira's reeling and feeling quite appalling The mark is holding, the franc is fading The drachma's very weak