译文: B.第. 给我一个天使.
(x4) I'm on shrooms! (Yay!) La la la... I'm on shrooms.
There were guys watching my body There were guys watching my breasts There were guys watching my body I was excited, losing my breath Why did I listen
Good, damn Shit Look at the ass on that bitch Look at the titties Aw, hit me Hold your legs up on, easy Hold your legs up on, easy Hold your legs up
You will all say that I am surely crazy Only an unrepentant pessimist Whose thoughts should be detained But facts are sterile, not vulgar nor sublime
Blood is a river, flowing darkly amidst the tangled roots Of the tall shining city, crazy flowing man tide migrations Engorge the big ventricle of heartbroken
I see a white haired man, he's got a pseudonym He's telling people how they're supposed to live Nobody's listening to the politician No matter what sage
Yeah, they say there's a place free of trouble and care And you have to pass a test for to make it there It has something to do with the road that's straight
Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket And your pants will start on fire One bird in the hand or two birds in the bush Neither do you any good
Mon amour en devenir A choisi le pire Ce qui me faisait rire Ce qui me faisait jouir Ce qui me fait mourir Ce qui me fait souffrir Qu'est-ce que tu dirais
It's sorta like the Holy Trinity So I'm saying I say it's like three different guns you fuckin' fagots Get shot three different ways Matter fact, make
Made love all summer Swindlers of the abyss Never one bummer Rock and roll, kiss, kiss, kiss It's the end of the summer Ooh, it's the end of the summer
I love you, oh, so madly I need your love so badly But I don't stand a Ghost of a chance with you I thought at last I had found you But other arms surround
You better listen my brother 'Cause if you do you can hear There are voices still callin' From across the years And they're cryin' across the ocean And
Ahora estoy algo cansado Y es que no me pasa nada Ningun vaso roto Ninguna mano por mi espalda Esta noche es de esas noches En que andas por andar En
No Party Ohhh, ahhh... Caught me in a rush I hate myself for this Longing to lay down beside you And tell you how it is My scarf is folded clean
(belew/fetters/nyswonger) Full color cover shot Self magazine Where the limos go People start to scream Shiny women on a yacht These are things I ain
So long to the the days you grow sad of And you try to find, not much for you to hold The more that you hold the, the more you feel alone And wait until
