Journey to the center of your empty fucking skull Listen up and then jump off a bridge You're stupid and useless - the village idiot Face the facts, you
There is history in this place There are dragons to be chased And though I don't know who you are An easy flow and a strong, a strong heart And the charm
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down to the, to the floor I wanna ah-ah, you make it
power As they strain to make a defense The bringer of death descends Skull fragment armor It's a trophy of war Pieces of cleft craniums shield the gore
[Lyrics by Chris] Lying there cold after a torturous death Your life ended fast you took your last breath Dead in a grave, your final place The maggots
Maneges sont les pistes, avec le biff jamais on transige. La dope est dans leur pif, mon district comme zone de transite. Renoi la coupe est neutre,
Tus doscientos huesos y un collar de calaveras, Para que sepa volver y volverte a encontrar, Deja que pueda traer alivio a tu boca to night Y no desaproveches
The sky's black with locusts My eyes are burning stars There's a mountain of gold teeth in every bank vault in this world Wanna try and steal my face,
First entry of the date February 15 Barring unpaid bills displayed on the door the fridge has Been obsolete for weeks Two took my shortcut through the
Me ready when you ready me they'll be no need fa searching girl (Boom di Boom di Boom) Me have de some fe you some yo me give you de working girl (Boom
So you come from the city you got big city money to spend, I don't want your big city money in my town my friend, you don't appreciate it you want to
Well I don't know what happens when we die, but I just can't see no angels in the sky I might lay there for a while, I hope I go with a smile, but I just
Nobody's hungry, everyone is well to do and we lack motivation if the truth can set you free then how can we keep dying for you? in a distant land of
No action, no voice you might be better off, man if you had no choice quiere la dictadura que te hagas callar que no hagas mas que eso pero hay que participar
When I get home I'm going to pick up that old guitar bass of mine and take it for a walking down a bass line I'll take my girl and show her how to make
When bands are talking shit about the other bands in town And just to get ahead they drag each other down When venues only cater to promoters with a national
An epitaph is propaganda for a memory For people who aren't really worth remembering Like people with wealth that save it for themselves A casket is a
Two sins are better than one two sins are better when you want to have fun so when the preacher Theodore gets bored and wants to score he calls a man-