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As you know, we are now in the strip club in Magic City Ohh, somebody's beeper goin' Yo, oh, hey, hey, hey, hold on Yeah, that's the one by me, yo, yeah
There was a boy who had too many toys And an ache inside of his bones He sought extrication through chemical vocation And now he answers to Jones It
importa que diran Tu padre y tu mama Aqui solo importa nuesto amor Te quiero Amor prohibido murmuran por las calles Porque somos de distintas sociedades Amor prohibido
Thugged out militia, 2001 Now put your cards on the motherfucking table and see what's What, give life the dick hard she a slut That will make her feel
Oh ohhh oh oh oh oh oh Oh ohhh oh oh oh oh oh Oh ohhh oh oh oh oh oh Red one, Menudo Oh ohhh oh oh oh oh oh Oh ohhh oh oh oh oh oh Oh ohhh oh oh oh oh
The wounds on your hands never seem to heal I thought all I needed was to believe Here am I, a lifetime away from you The blood of Christ, or the beat
(Verse 1) I know u already have another lady You have a happy home w a little baby I know that loving u is kinda crazy But if u feel the same, Then
You said I shouldn't have gone I don't know I went ahead on anyway Night time wore to dawn I found my free will had gone away from me Behind the masks
Ice on the wings and we were flying Sand in our eyes but we were seeing Below us a crowd that wasn't buying Watching us pass and not believing No one
Twenty-one little pink salamanders pass me by tonight Twenty-one little red tongues are flickering in my sight Amphibious thoughts are flowing with the
Love flies on wings Listen to the angels sing Love flies on wings Put it in the calibrations Show it to be ornamental Wrapped up, crapped on, torn up,
Maybe you won't have to hit me again Maybe you won't try to slap me for lying I did what you heard and I can admit That I'd do it again in a second tomorrow
Tangle of dark thoughts compresses my mind Diabolic visions sculpture my brain Slowly I am crossing the unholy gate lead: BART Blasphemous illusions
In the land of myth and tales the forbidden temple lies Hard to reach, hard to find Jungle surround that ancient place Already the last priest is dead
I see it on the TV, it's playing on my mind Everything I see has got something to do with killing my brother Just another mind game or maybe it's a sign
This is no ordinary soul that you're destroying Not just another life that drifts along with the sands of time We tried to show you on your way but still
It's a loaded dice, that you throw this time If you turn the ace, it'll turn out fine When you spin the wheel, and you get your call South of the line