(Gonzalez, Coda3). Juan, dej atrs. Su espada y su dinero. Juan, el quiere ms. Q' ser solo el primero. V por ah, sin preocupacin. Ni tiene casa, ni un coche sport.
Here comes the new punk. . Do you remember 1977. Daddy of the gang said. that you'll go to heaven. every word a lie and none the truth. so here's a message for todays youth.
I went down to the river. Just to see if it would rain. I looked down in the water. I could not believe my eyes. A face and a reflection. Was staring back at me ahah.
So many people live lives so mundane. Click, click, then there life fades away. Their lives suck and they dont even know why. Nothing ever changes unless a person ever fucking tries.
She's cold and she's cruel,. but she knows what she's doing.. She pushed me in the pool. at our last school reunion.. She's laughs about my dreams,. but I dream about her laughter..
She calls me baby, then she won't call me.. Says she adores me and then ignores me.. Jenny, what's the problem?. She keeps her distance and sits on fences..
Just another day without you, yeah. . There's a girl with a lollipop on my mind. When I get this high she's got the flavor. Jesus Christ is a mannequin in real life.
Jalopy style. . There's a spit shine avalanche headin' one way. Headed toward the light bright alley way. The beard blew off the dandelion face. And left a 24-karat button in its place.
(La la la) (La la la) (La la la) Without you I'd be all alone. (La la la) Without you I'd be all alone. . (La la la) Without you I'd be all alone. (La la la) Say without you I'd be all alone.
Bobbi pins are in her hair. The slip is huggin' her rear. I'm starin at her life's real clear. Washing her face in the mirror. . That's how i like to remember.
We all have our secrets. They're better left unsaid. We all have our issues. That we want to forget. I was getting kicks. . Out of my box of tricks. I was playing with her mind.
Second hand girlfriend. Garage sale special. Good at what she does. and what she does is do the one. that rocks her world. . A Midwest apple. fallen from a tree.
What are you waiting for Jamie?. Who's that monster undertneath your bed. Give it a name. Get out of your head. I got two tickets to your show. Don't wanna go solo.
Justice, injustice. Justice, injustice. Drip feed democracy, and collective amnesia. A cocktail of beatings, imprisonment, and poverty. Bitter medicine, no longer disguised with a spoonful of sugar.
Don't tell me lies. I don't need fingerprints. So button up your coat. Before you catch your death of cold. . Throw away your books. They're building windmills.
The blanket shit coverage we get on TV. Sells us paradise, buy buy buy buy buy buy it. They steal our lives and sell them back to us. As one big happy contraceptive pill-popping party.