?Che Guevara! Boludo de la camiseta Que no regresas a la revolucion Y ya no tengo fe No tengo plata, ni mesa, Donde puedo comer? Trabajo en una fabrica
And I saw you staring at the jukebox As you held his hand I heard A song we used to play in bed A song I used to play for you in bed A disillusioned
At conception you say the zygote and the soul are joined in holy union and that's all we need to know millions with cancer, Parkinson's and hear disease
I can see into your soul You're just a victim of mind control You're too scared to think for yourself You'd rather back down to someone else You think
When I get home I'm going to pick up that old guitar bass of mine and take it for a walking down a bass line I'll take my girl and show her how to make
Necklace of blood droplets mix with your kiss Immense oblivion waits upon your lips Black candle wax dropping down upon your skin Stark conjuress speaks
Think I?ll stay home and chill out here tonight I?m turning off my cell phone I will shine in the sky as the sun with sunglasses And I need to take a