I've got a shotgun A bottle of Jack Going to hell and I ain't ever coming back Last call for alcohol I'll tell you when I'm done Wanted in ten states
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That was you up on the mountain All alone and all surrounded Walking on the ground you're breaking Laughing at the life you're wasting One, two tries
Ooh, ooh, ooh Could we get a room On the south side of the ghetto? Could we make sweet love In the forest or the meadow? Can we get it to get it on Til
How many nigga's fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace y'all nigga, this is heaven for a G I'd be a liar if I told you I that never thought of death
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals) George duke (keyboards, vocals) Ruth underwood (percussion) Tom fowler (bass
Bezouro, Moderno, Ezequiel, Candeeiro, Ceca Preta, Labareda, Azulao, Arvoredo, Quina-Quina, Banananeira, Sabonete, Catingueira, Limoeiro, Laparina, Mergulhao
You can hear the room On these long, winter nights If you'd just, if you'd just If you'd just be quiet Beneath the word There's the whisper of pipes
Translation: Bad Cash Quartet. I Can Wait Until Spring.
Translation: Bad Cash Quartet. I Can Take The World.
Translation: Quarter. And I can not stand.
Translation: I CAN MAKE A MESS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS. Roommates.
Translation: Damn Neighborhood. A Little Blood.
Translation: Rosenstolz. A Heart Can not Fix It (Feat. 2-room flat).
Translation: Soulfly. Blood From Neighborhood.
Translation: Wednesday 13. Too Much Blood.
