: Hands are shakin got your finger on the trigger Jesus ain't complainin gonna figure it out Somebody raped my tapeworm abortion Come on motherfuckers
: You operate and motivate on synthetic fuel You're mother nature and an atom bomb As long as you're kept full of pretty bodies Your little secret will
: Me I'm a man Who is trudging Best I can Through a minefield Built to blast Can I make it Will I last Free my mind, levitate Don't let any of those
: Hey Hey Hey When you look you see right through me Cut the rope, fell to my knees Fallen, broken every single time Always keep me under finger That
: Went too fast I'm out of luck and I don't even give a fuck I wanna be your manchild Let's all go it hog-wild She said I'll see you later I always
: Can't stop thinkin musta been trippin this evening My mind is racing demons and all of my feelings are numb Yeah and when I roll with my head in the
: Sometimes I think I'm scared Sometimes I know I feel like making love Sometimes I don't I feel like letting go Maybe not I feel like giving up Is
: I fell through the ice She won't be coming back too soon It never wins to lie She said you'll never have no rights I've took it farther on the outside
: I'm a superman I wanna be your superman I'm a superman I wanna be your superman What you get is a crash course to be a man But a man is a destination
: One fine day I'll settle down When you bloody me I ran aground With my broken face And fisticuff Fuck the rest and All their stuff I - Don't - Anymore
He split the racket, to operate on his own He set them up, stripped them and then he was gone He's a Robin Hood of a new century If you're rich and dumb
I can't blame you for givin' up Don Coyote there's no reward in Fightin' windmills, fightin' windmills It's the country that I'm livin' in You can't
Eatin' TV dinner, with the radio on Made me cough up this kinda song There's a guy singin' "I'd die for you" And it sounds like he means business too
You want different positions To keep your love-life successful And you want a happy ending With lots of stud potential Reliable and perpetual Without
Sueleen, tell me a secret Sueleen You shouldn't be hidin' things away from me Don't you know I'm king jealousy And I can't forget the snapshots I've
We've been friends for a long term run Shared the goods and we shared the fun But it's true that nobody knows and no one can tell Why in heaven do these
Bombay seems lost in dreams When the pipes let off steam In a backroom, somewhere, anywhere in L.A. Next payday comes, I'll be gone By boats and planes
Sabes: disculpa el atrevimiento pero, es que me gustas mucho desde hace tiempo si, yo se que no eres libre pero, podemos ser discretos vernos de