Gonna find a way to cure this loneliness Yeah I'll find a way to cure the pain If I said that you're my friend And our love would never end How long before
[Intro: Sen Dog] ... y que cabron... me vale... a huevo... Tonces pues, pa mi clicka digo La pura Cypress Hill clicka familia, pa que sebas Muero por
La locomotive va vite La locomotive va fort A chaque virage elle evite Un contrefort Les attelages la suivent Les attelages l'escortent Et quand le rail
[I. Kilmister, M. Burston] [Motor Music Ltd.] You know I'm rollin' know I'm coming through Hear me howlin', catchin' up on you Station to station, beating
(The rail song) Io rivedo i ragazzi dare calci ai pacchi era solo un gioco ma gia niente era grande per un cuore ansioso piu della macchina ferma al marciapiede
And here I am Day after day I used to be a speed demon But they threw me away Now I'm stuck here all alone In the middle of a field The Birds and the
Interscambio a piacimento manovelle pressofuse manometto paratie piallo parti per portelle chiuse Scalpellando scali e scalmi e scapestrando scarabocchio
Hermanos grenudos - prenden el leno La gente te ven a rabos de burros Por culo de feo, te quieren joder Hay que pelear - Hay que pegar Por culo de feo
Estabamos en lo mejor cuando sono el despertador como un jarro de agua fria el vino dulce del placer se avinagro sobre tu piel y la mia. De nueve a dos
llega y se va corriendo, como una sombra que pasa. Trae ilusion y miedo, y yo que no digo nada. despues del vino, viene un secreto y otra vez la que
Take the train. Platform number seventeen. It's already running late. I find my seat. The crowded carriage in between. Pack my bag beneath my feet.
Gonna find a way to cure this loneliness Yeah I'll find a way to cure the pain If I said that you're my friend And our love would never end How long
Locomotive won't stop Locomotive ain't never gonna quit Locomotive made of iron and steel Locomotive I am you From the East Bay garage to the radio dial
Trapped in a rut and i can't get out don't see a way to be free working at it everyday nothing that i do or say can break my poverty my desperate
I wish I cared about the things you care about, but I don't. Your scrill and the bars and the lake and the stars, but I don't Hey we may, hey we may,
Non so che viso avesse, neppure come si chiamava, con che voce parlasse, con quale voce poi cantava, quanti anni avesse visto allora, di che colore i
(Instrumental)
