Translation: Luis Aguilé. Hospital Of The Dolls.
Flower girls play lover Grave games in the courtyard I heard her Screaming like a radio Mary Lou left marks on you She just screams at the walls The kite
When I was away, I needed you so Now coming I'm home to stay I won't wake in the night and reach for you And turn on the light and to my dismay You're
In the tent of powder and lace Vultures pick at a carcass that feeds by hand Longing to decay Waits to hear the sound Of their wings slowly heave as they
When they find ya Paranormal chicken geek Drugged up superstar fiend Gender bending galactic freak Sci-fi lobotomy Exorcism, circumcision Horrifying
Now our blood Travels though the Veins of our Histroy It bursts forth them Boiling black Coulds from the wrists of kings The shadow Lengthens as Time
I've been away and suddenly You're a poet, musing my return What I did while I was gone Is none of your concern You can write that I have changed From
Mijn meisje is een lieve schat Maar overal gebeurt wel wat Want al is ze aardig Ze doet wat eigenaardig Wanneer ik op het hoekje wacht Daar 's avonds
flower girls play lover grave games in the courtyard I heard her screaming like a radio flower girls play lover grave games in the courtyard I heard
Consult your mouth, flapping wings beneath the bed You lay down your innocence, though it is just half dead It has crawled here to rest... and slowly
I wanna prophesize my vessel is capsized I sailed through the tides through my tears through my cries I'll go down with a smile under the stormy sky
It would be so sweet if you could take me with you When you leave like that you make the witches unburn and the snowmen come back. A clumsy kiss, the
When I was away I needed you so And now coming I'm home to stay I won't wake in the night and reach for you And turn on the light and to my dismay You
Tight pants and wallet chains Hooded sweats & Adidas drive me insane Dreadlocked crusties are hot and cant be beat Just double up the condom and stay
what's up with some of the kids? call yourselves hardcore punks well you're full of shit you're so not radical you closeted wimp you got the bible up
Tight pant and wallet chains hooded sweats and adidas drive me insane dread-locked crusties are hot and can?t be beat just double up the condom and
I remember the days When very few were out Show were runned by a bunch of tough guy fucks Where all were afraid Boys & girls alike Just imagine
Translation: Los Baron De Apodaca. The Last Doll.