Wake up kids
we've got the dreamers disease
age fourteen
they got you down on your knees
so polite
you're busy still saying please
frenemies
who when you're down ain't your friend
every night
we smash their mercedes-benz
first we run
and then we laugh 'til we cry
but when the night is falling
and you cannot find the light
if you feel your dream is dying
hold tight
you've got the music in you
don't let go
you've got the music in you
one dance left
this world is gonna pull through
don't give up
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martes, 11 de mayo de 2010
TRES VUELTAS DE CARNERO
Tres vueltas de carnero y flap!, te fuistes por el agujero todos los groseros a bailar encima de laba volcanica subele el volumen a la música satanica subele el volumen a la música satanica vamos a quemarnos en el fuego con el diablo Residente el maximo exponente del pecado. Oye princesa llego tu principe el grosero los bochincheros que se pongan un babero montate aquí en mi velero y vamo a insultar al mundo entero ami no me sale lo de caballero y por ende la gente no comprende que mi enchule por ti nuna se expira, vente vamonos de gira vamonos volando como a treintamil pies de altura, vamo a empollar veinte criaturas. Yo te prometo como cien aventuras doña contentura pa tu cintura, doblate y enzeñame la dentadura cuidado el pantalón se le rompe la costura esos dos cachetes llenos de musculatura se estan saliendo de la envoltura y me pone mal. lunes, 10 de mayo de 2010
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Tengo animosidad por los botones Con mi equipaje tarde siempre están Y los taxistas que me desesperan Si se esfuman creen que los extrañaran Odio al que busca y a buzos soldadores Chefs o camarógrafos también jamás disoquis poseídos-
domingo, 9 de mayo de 2010
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She grow up on the side of the road Where the church bells ring and strong love grows She grew up good, she grew up slow Like American honey Steady as a preacher, free as a weed Couldn't wait to get going but wasnt quite ready to leave So innocent pure and sweet American honey There's a wild, wild whisper blown in the wind Calling out my name like a long lost friend oh I miss those days as the years go by oh nothings sweeter than summertime and American honey Get caught in the race of this crazy life Trying to be everything can make you lose your mind I just wanna go back in time to American honey There s a wild, wild whisper blown in the wind Calling out my name like a long lost friend oh I miss those days as the years go by oh nothings sweeter than summertime and American honey Gone for so long now I gotta get back to her some how To American honey There's a wild, wild whisper blown in the wind Calling out my name like a long lost friend oh I miss those days as the years go by oh nothings sweeter than summertime and American honey
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