You want for nothing that's what you decide. Always on always gone 'cause you all want nothing. That's you inside always good always on. . And you only want nothing.
I like to hold on my baby. She likes to hold on me too. Like something for nothing. That she can hold onto. . Where we been lately?. Second Avenue. To call on Brent Mackerel.
That's not your bottle. Nor what's inside. I guess they brought it. Just for them. . How did you get in?. That's fucking right. None of my friends would bother.
Help me Merle, Im breakin out in a Nashville rash. Its a-looking like Im fallin in the cracks. Im too country now for country, just like Johnny Cash. Help me Merle, Im breakin out in a Nashville rash.
We are the blind, dead, no eyes inside our head. Our senses lead us to your nightmare. Centuries of death we wear. Pharaoh's cross in dust we bare. Immortal horses slowly ride us to you.
Sentado sobre una piedra de la calle Soledad,. sentado como si fuera el "Pensador de Rodin". Esta es la historia de un nio que se detuvo a soar. que suea con ver un da que no acaba de llegar..
The man who only lives for making money. Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny. Likewise the man who works for fame. . There's no guarantee that time won't erase his name.