It won't be none of that Five days a week Now my swordblade is forged, Las palabras se hacen fronteras cuando no nacen del coraz+-n.
Somebody's been rubbing on my good luck charm.
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
I stick up my middle finger, he sticks up his finger (hey!)
+ǝpunta! +ǝ+ispara! Es s++T+TT-+Tn o no.
At 10:35 they play "Send In The Clo w ns"
lay out the spade in a nation of hate
en je neefjes en je nichtjes
Les reproches ne me font pas peur
slide to me like liquid ice
Yellow cabs in the cities that stop for me
The corporate bishop's graze