Στοίχοι:
A Porra

Intolerance, self-glorified ignorance It sucks you down with your face pushed against the fence Why don't you finish yourself, since you don't really

dread and the bald head Won't be satisfied till the devil's I see em all dead Layin in a mass grave, for the past slaves they were stayin Do you think a

Radio's a public toilet A funeral for a friend Wash your mouth out then puke And wash it out again Scores for porn in short Is audio intercourse A stereophonic

, I love a woman that rains Clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer Clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer With talented breezes that blow off your hat with a

me. I was walking next to you in a saturday night-type light. The faces blurred in with yours as I stumbled some words on life... I was breathing thanks to you in a

No me hables de amor Deja que expulse hoy mi rencor Tu fuiste una vez Alguien que quise y tambien odie Mirame a mi Mis ojos se van cerrando Se van cerrando

When life comes down to a sharp point Onto the head of a pin Something relieves the pressure And the cycle begins All the ladies run to the barstools

looking at you If you weren't looking at me? A stagnant pale perfume Conceived to block the pores The clotting glands encroach Deep inside my tanning salon The endless comfort of a

Ideas from the bottom of the ocean Refracted by the different densities Mr. Fisherman don't catch a full load He just keeps floating on the surface endlessly