hacia donde van a terminar Hoy somos una emocion Manana solo una pieza Buscando un lugar Todo tiene que encajar Solo somos una pieza Buscando un
Well, I left Kentucky back in '49 An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs Every day I'd watch
Pick up the fragments and piece them together Tell me, do you like what you've found? Are your thoughts like the world spinning 'round? Existence is pure
Now I'm not saying we're unhappy Being classified as simply a punk-ska band And sure you think these groups are crappy That this many screaming teenage
She's so fine, how about a 9 on a 10 scale With long legs straight on up to her lunch pail Sweet little wishbone, oh yeah Don't wanna break her in half
Pray you don't Lose your place Dead of night Underway All your days Pass you by Sun will rise On your lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, nights Pray you
There we go, okay, okay Don't do me greasy, okay Uh, aye, yo, you know what a dog needs? Do you really know what a dog needs? Uh, a dog needs a, grr (
I found a piece of what I want to find I got a taste of what's on the outside I feel it pounding, I feel it bending I feel it breaking, breaking me inside
Another Piece of Red I was reading in New Zealand about Ian Smith I was thinking they were lucky to be rid of that shit. The people here can still believe
Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna play It's just an old piano and a knockout bass The drummer man's a cat they call Kickin' McCoy I know
(Djavan, 1981) O amor e um grande laco Um passo pr'uma armadilha Um lobo correndo em circulo Pra alimentar a matilha Comparo sua chegada Com a fuga de
(do you know what a dog needs?) Dog needs a...(grr..) x2 Baby I am what I am I'm gonna be who I be everything from chasing the cats to pissing on
Pass the tequila, Manuela Listen, gringo, laugh at my lisp And I kill you I think Ahh this Spanish music It sets my soul on fire Lovely Senorita Your
Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna' play It's just an old piano and a knocked out bass The drummer man's a cat they call, Kickin' McCoy
Tiny pieces come to me every day Still I wait Things are falling into place But so much time goes to waste I stretch and shift These parts won't fit
How do you fix a broken part? How come the sun's too bright to live? Tell me how to fix it How do you fix a broken heart? Who said this life's too much
It's been seven hours and sixteen days Since pollination has come my way I sit around like dirty cups 'n the spoons Stacking up around your room Are you