Giant ants from space Snuff the human race Then they eat your face Never leave a trace La la, la la la, la la, la la la, la la, la la la They shoot fire
Sittin' on my front porch sippin' on my pipe, Lizard on the bowl blowin' gold shit was tight, Early in the morning 7:30 AM, Snatchin' nugz in the ?? from
[Words and music by Devin Townsend] Alive, but so alone... Live, so alive... All we need is money just a little bit of money, and that's all that we
we run with the night we enforce in the night everybody knows we enforce in the night everybody knows we run with the night black enforcers we enforce
well i'm starving for attention and i'm looking for perfection and my only opposition is my lack of motivation but i'm looking for an in but i'm pissin
cram it up your ass
there was smoke on the water a little fire in the sky if i hear that song one more time i'll stick a fork right in my eye another round and a pickled
hey mark its fourth and goal why don't you get your dad a beer and do us all a favor get your punk ass out of here dear i think our son's retarded he
listen to me its a 100 degrees and still you've got your leather jacket on to be in vogue who cares if the heat is on i know it sure looks nice take over
you can't predict if she'll stay or go if she speaks again its a brick i'll throw don't you know her voice will make you want to hang yourself but something
Yeah, I know, I pissed away alot of dough What a waste of time I spend every dime Future, arrestin' in the good times Not plannin' for a sound financial
She likes to read I like tv She's checking out my good friend steve She likes a beer I like a shot Her parents think I'm selling pot She likes the boys
The girls look really sad Like a trucker who's breath Was smelling bad from Corn nuts and Cokes and Cigarettes Like an orphan Or kids who have turrets
beat me beat me anyway you want beat me up, beat me down, beat me silly why don't you hurt me hurt me now where its gonna hurt the most hurt me here,
I killed an ant with my guitar Underneath romantic Indiana stars He was a fool, I was so cruel Power of music is no tool So I hit him in the head And
Juan Luis Guerra La conoci una tarde. Con su guitarra cazaba boleros. Tenia puesto un jean y una rosita amarilla en el pelo Que vas a hacer, me pregunto
Feel like you're flying Higher than any plane. Nobody knows you And everyone knows your name. Talk in third person As if you're someone else. Pockets
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