One, two, three, four You don't want to share with anyone else You got all the money, you got all the wealth You got all the buildings and the factories
Voy cambiandome de piel sintiendo la metamorfosis Voy rastreando el camaleon siguiendo su cinismo interno Voy contigo a dominar las leyes que no son la
We work this band 'cause we make it rock But we're the guys who make it roll We move the amps, the drums and junk Road rats We're a pack and the road
Im a loaded gun, bang bang Terrible hang man In a false position, Incredible jam jam Serious in fight, fight Swagger to the wild side Give a wink, pay
Sailor Sally was her name Workin for the Pub-Marine Fish and chips and gasoline smelled on her ginger hair On high heels, so stumblin? Crooned a song
Far on the highlands A thousand graves can tell you How blood and sorrow Can be truly value The ghost of our proud heroes Whispers ?bout the past It
Across the silver river Over the delphs and hills To see the sun is shining bright Above the greenest fields I look for the maker of Eire Who makes the
We ran outta beer, rum kept us alive Killed all the english, did not fear to fight Now we have to come, hurry, hurry home To fill up the portion, that
There was a time when I was so high I was in the war for my country and fight I had a child and a beutiful wife But my whole fucking life have changed
One Friday night I was strolling out To get me outta here Go to the pub just for a black stuff But it ended up with ten beer Coz a lady came and she start
God bless the police invisible marines Your state isn't safe and niether is me We're the rats of experiment Suburban laboratore We're the mice without
We're all rats in a maze
Havahej another me born to serve To plague and moan So many years my seed condemned No free to soar!!! Will is yours? So, creator No intend could shadow
Ronnie's totin' shingles up a ladder for Steve 'Cause Steve fixed Ronnie's transmission last week Friday night, there'll be spaghetti, five dollars a
(featuring Doc Doom & Erica Bryant) [Intro: Erica Bryant (RZA)] Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya head straight) [RZA] Yo, yo, get ya head straight,
Rato de rua Irrequieta criatura Tribo em frenetica proliferacao Lubrico, libidinoso transeunte Boca de estomago Atras do seu quinhao Vao aos magotes
Don't you even try to jettison now This has gone, this has gone as far as i can allow This ships been sinking with you at the helm Straight to hell
Deine Küsse brenn' auf meiner Haut, komm, küß mich noch mal da wo's gut tut, ich stehe nicht auf Nippen, saug dich fest, das tut so gut
