Puedo morir en esta pensin. si llegase aqu la mano de Dios. Yugar Rey me invita a pelear. Calaveratur vuelve a empezar. Ni llantos ni pauelos adis. radio, fasos, toalla y alcohol.
You get the car, I'll get the night off. You'll get the chance to take the world apart. And figure out how it works. Don't let me know what you find out.
Yeah,God don't know. Believe me, I believe that's true. Everyday I replace yesterday with my brain. Every season has a climate, blame it on the C.R.E.B..
(Steven Stills). I'm not likely to see you anymore. With the dawn I fly so you must listen. Just to spite me you've choosen to ignore. That I'm on to why your always missing.
Well there goes another day. Now I wonder why. You and I, keep telling lies. . I can't believe that what you say. 'Cause tomorrows lullaby can't pacify.
I get up in the morning with a cock-a-doodle-do. I get myself together if and when I chose. . I'm just buckin' time without a reason or rhyme. Oh, what a wonderful way.
Buckethead Land the worlds premier amusment park.. Where all your deams and nightmares can come true.. . Yea, as i understand it, ah, I understand he was raised in a chicken coop..