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Jesto Malato

dai-mo divento psycho Rit.(x2) Il dottore dice che sono malato Io gli rispondo che Questo tempo e molto piu malato E piu malato di me Ooh, potrei parlare

Well my friend what you doing with your life Couldn't do more damage if you used a knife See you age s fast and i complain So infatuated with a needle

Well Is He Ill? (yes) Do he really fit the bill? (yes) Spit to kill? (yes) Keep things real? (yes) Know the drill? (yes) The ledge edge? (yes) And still

I am sick of people being sick of my shit. If you are not into the wacky hi-jinks then why the hell are you into this? Information wants to be free charged

Ma ville tremble, ma ville est malade De Bonneveine jusqu'aux Aygalades. La grande ville, ou je suis ne, Appelee Marseille par les Francais Porte de

Překlad: Suzi Quatro. Je nemocný?.

Překlad: Voodoo Glow Skulls. My Soul je nemocný.

: Teary-eyed and cannot cope The walls are tumbling down Looking for a fix Because older brother stole the dope Waking up in desperation The destination

J'ai un cerveau malade, ca je le sais Depuis longtemps deja, il me fait du tracas Oui je suis un monstre, mais je n'y peux rien Quelque chose dans mon