Besos Callejeros Y que me importa que quieras a otra que te da dinero si ya terminamos y ya no te quiero Amor malvado del que tu me has buscado no
Brother, are you really here? The package I received is gone Are you a phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you
Kiss a girl, slay a hag Feel the flavor, freedom fag Get up early, do your chores Chase the murder with the rancid pores The thyroids with friendly blade
I'm totally confused by you I'm totally confused by you Ten foot man makin' my lunch You'll never understand I want you so much And I never, never want
Have you got a fine place to slip to When you're feeling down Have you had a week or two Just to get your troubles down Found a lot of life and laughter
Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van Pongalo junto, invitacion extrao
Has it come and gone? Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? Is it wrapped in trash, sent back to a sanitation tank? Is it disinfected, disconnected
Make a move with what you can Dead waters rise higher than your mind Disappointment is a feather in your cap You want the truth so you can crush it in
There's a skinny dog in a dirty parking lot And he doesn't bite but he begs And he knows what's true, so if you are he'll follow you If you're headed
Under My Thumb a Girl Who Once Had Me Down under My Thumb, Oh Yeah a Girl Who Once Pushed Me Around it's Down To Me, Oh, What I Say the Difference In
Kagami o mite uchouten ni Tenami soroete ii kanji Chotto hayame ni ikou kana Sora o aoide tama ni attari KANKAN deri no taiyou ga Yuudachi sasoisou
mundo sirve de poco En la calle aprenderas Veras la vida real De los hombres en serio Callejero, hoy seremos Companeros y amigos una vez mas Callejero
I got a postcard with an old address, A picture of Houston in a creased-up mess, Just to remind me that it all went wrong, Just to beat me up, just to
I got a postcard with an old address A picture of Houston in a beat up mess Just to remind me that it all went wrong Just to beat me up, just to turn
Everyday I know where streets is turned Moving to the way of eyes that burned Don't stop, don't talk head down dont let them see Hands in chains holding
Sick footage of the streets in heat Raw action flood the concrete My team walks through the night And fight in the light of a terrorist dream We watch
To the adult world the casual violonce of gang life was horrifing But in the distorted world of gangs risking death by getting shot was one sure way of
E nas noites que eu passo sem sono Entre o copo, a vitrola e a fumaca Que e com a torre do meu abandono E que caio em desgraca E nas horas em que a noite