I want to be a Cowboy - I got to be a Cowboy - I'm born to be a Cowboy - I want to be a Cowboy - A Cowboy! Uh-huh - Tonight we're taking me fast car -
What's a girl to do with a boy like you? What's a girl to do? You love me with your eyes You melt me with your smile And I can't resist you You always
Ever since the day you went away and left me lonely and cold My life just hasn't been the same, ohh, baby, no When I looked into your eyes the moment
Ode to the guy read about in the news Born by mistake he was born to lose Never had much luck With the pounds and the pence Blamed everybody else He said
(Hammill) Sometimes living for the moment sometimes going with the flow sometimes professing to be an exponent of the quiet life while night life surrounds
Tengo aranas en el bano hay cucarachas en mi cuarto ratas gordas en mi despacho y es que vivo en el Metro entre cartones y papel. Tengo rotos los
O.K., you say I'm ignorant FUCK YOU you got no right to judge me YOU THINK I can't think for myself FUCK YOU my mind is clearer than yours is at least
I'm gonna be moving away pretty quick, the trends that I see are getting me sick, I used to hang out the people were cool, now kids put their boots on
Skank yourself to death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death till there's no sound destroy what you can, destroy whatever gets in your way
Look into two loving eyes Part the two well shaped legs Gently squeeze two milk containers Grease the fur lined bowl B-N-C B-N-C B-N-C B-N-C Now add
Wasted life, Wasted life, What ever happened to old New York People are thinking we can't survive you walk around at night thinking you're the next wasted
I'd like to see a million dead cops in front of me Every time I go out and hang out with my friends it always ends up the same old way, with a nightstick
Crime seems to be a hobby wondering if you're the next But when it comes time for self-defense, you'll py for the attacker's death There's No Hope of
Reject, Reject they said I was a reject Reject, Reject don't want to be called a reject People say I'm a reject People say I'm a reject because of the
Exit tied wound Twisting the tune Human rats encased In a 3D maze Homogenized Umbilical lies Tied hands fuel the flames Of the slaves that died Suburbanality
Sometimes living for the moment sometimes going with the flow sometimes professing to be an exponent of the quiet life while night life surrounds me I
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