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cuando la musica empieza a tocar y el cantante empieza cantar el sonido del bajo como teblor con trombone, trompeta y saxaphone aye viene el diablo y quiere jugar la vocina de guitarra lo ase bailar los tamborasos despiertan los muertos pura locura esta noche el baile de los locos..... el ritmo te va matar el baile de los locos..... no lo puedes escapar el cuarto se liena con muchas cabezas comienza sentir como un infierno todo el aire se esta acabando solamente los locos subreviven
translation: when the musica begins to touch and the singer begins to sing the sound of the low one like teblor with trombone, trompeta and saxaphone aye comes the devil and wants to play the vocina of guitar roasts it to dance the tamborasos wake up deads pure madness tonight the dance of the crazy people..... the rate goes to you to kill the dance of the crazy people..... it you cannot save the liena quarter with many heads is begun to feel as a hell all the air this only finishing the crazy people subreviven |
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some people think they caught us slipping but we all know that it's not true everyone thinks that they're the expert always dissin' us and our crew just because we know what we want doesn't mean we aren't true you're the ones that put us here now isn't that the fucking truth here we are again.... and we'll be here till the end we've been climbing up that ladder and haven't fallen yet everyone thinks they know the answer it's just a matter of opinion
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teary-eyed and cannot cope the walls are tumbling down looking for a fix because older brother stole the dope waking up in desperation teh destination unknown try to fight the willpower ignore thevoices in your head another man fights, for what isn't his a woman cries, for all her kids take your position for the rat race cast in all your votes give the key to the individual that can lie and spend the most they say you have a voice and they say to let that voice be heard all these years of screaming haven't even struck a nerve children are having children the homeless rule the streets authority is out numbered soon blood will flow in the streets
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i woke up with my nuts by my side so i brushed my tooth and i took them for a ride when i go driving it's the carpool lane all the way because i am beside myself my girl sits in the back cuz my nuts ride shotgun i've got elephantitis of the nuts public pussy places won't have me they think i'm an embarrassment of the human male society it's not a disease don't wan't a quarantine because these nuts are my personal property some say that i'm a hero to all my fellow mens i'm their token role model like alanis is to women
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| 2:51 |
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Los hombres no lloran.Los hombres no lloran.Huh!Los hombres no lloran.Los hombres no lloran.Huh!Ha ha ha ha!Los hombres no lloran.Huh!English Translation:The men don't cry.
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| 2:24 |
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i can't see why your so upset what you see in front of you you'd wish you could forget the scenery isn't pretty to you so you change your ways to set you apart nazican.... now that you think you're someone else nazican.... standing up for something that doesn't make much sense nazican.... it's not something that's inherited nazican.... it's something that's planted inside your fucking head [repeat]
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| 1:32 |
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everything depreciates when it's broken in in this case it's him wakes up with vomit in his chin he's a worthless piece of shit kick him in the ass turnin' down no proposition when he's not pissin' his pants all messed up nowhere to go because he's always broke everyday is like a punchline of a bad joke hard luck woman, hard luck man blame it on america hopped up on the stuff someone give him a jumpstart don't lead me to temptation because i can find it myself
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friday, we're bored because there's no place to play the promoters are fucked because we can't draw a crowd practice all week to play in my living room gigging once a month where no one likes what you do i'm drivin' down magnolia i see it's like a shrine drive up to the window, i won't waste any more time grab for the key, the key to the future pass out the fliers and clear the furniture we'll invite the manager if he don't pull the plug set up the equipment and the band we'll cut the rug if the cops come there's got to be a place that's suited right for us that has no tight wad owner who pays us 15 bucks i wanna kick him in the butt.... motel six.... room 29 motel six.... fun all the time motel six.... keep the money to ourselves motel six
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| 2:39 |
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I want to know your definition
It seems you have a lot to say You come up with all those stupid questions Who made you the expert anyway? And now you want to cut us off Because you said we've changed from yesterday What ever happened to the good ole' days? You'd go to a show, shut up and pay We admit that we're ignorant But do you think we give a shit? If they want to see us play All the kids will have to pay We've been on tour since 1988 Travel around from coast to coast Friendly faces always come and go And all the purists don't participate We admit that we're ignorant But do you think we give a shit? If they want to see us play All the kids will have to pay Way back when we started all this fuss No one cared or even gave a fuck And all these modern critics of today Were in their pampers, we were getting paid I want to know your definition It seems you have a lot to say You come up with all those stupid questions Who made you the expert anyway? We admit that we're ignorant But do you think we give a shit? If they want to see us play All the kids will have to pay We admit that we're ignorant But do you think we give a shit? If they want to see us play All the kids will have to pay They'll pay, they'll pay They'll pay, they'll pay |
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| 3:08 |
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I have no choice but to be confined stagnant
Like a fish in a bowl It's more of a stuggle just to survive Life is too short just to sit around Don't give up because of your past Pick up all those stepping stones What's all this hype about everyone's talking Like there is nowhere left to go? Some never see the desert Some never see the woods All these people talking about There's nowhere left to go Some never see the ocean Some never see the snow We've got all these people talking about There's nowhere left to go Trying to escape the concrete jungle is a life long task Some take it for granted In the end they find There's nowhere left to go |
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| 3:31 |
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we're illegal, street lethal do it like we can introducing your sould to the new glow of the voodoo glow skulls band we can't be wrong and we won't take no shit if you don't like it it goes like this......... neighbors pick up the phone and call the police because we'er too loud and we might scare their niece if we're too loud then leave the building run away to mommy like little children call the cops we're too loud oh run to mommy because there's a crowd look at his hair, it isn't punk hey man this ain't no disco we love to shake, rattle and roll but if the crowd is slow we'll just go home people understand and we come to play we break the rules so you will stay
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| 2:57 |
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Feliz Navidad.
Feliz Navidad. Feliz Navidad. Prospero Ano why Felicidad. Feliz Navidad. Feliz Navidad. Feliz Navidad. Prospero Ano why Felicidad. We wanna wish you a Merry Christmas. We wanna wish you a Merry Christmas. We wanna wish you a Merry Christmas From the bottom of our heart. We wanna wish you a Merry Christmas. We wanna wish you a Merry Christmas. We wanna wish you a Merry Christmas From the bottom of our heart. Ho ho ho. |
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