martes, 27 de abril de 2010

Viajero

No seas manija y convida una seca!
los del grana son todo putooooo os de grana son todo puuutooo, laisa te vamo a mataaaaa
Juga la copa culeado! De la mano de Cappa te vas a la B, de la mano de Cappa te vas a la B, para nunca, para nunca más volveeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!
patooooooota tengo que decirte que me muero por voooos, todo loq ue quiero es estar a tu lado y entregarte con un beso todo mi corazoooon
jero se parece a clarck kent y a la mona
No pinta en la esquina, no pinta en la plaza, la manija crece, el tiempo se escapa, la manija crece, el tiempo se escapa y el chabon del filo que no aparece!

Rural!

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night
He dosen't really exist

He spends his weekends with whatever floats
He forgets the punchline when he tells a joke
He wants to stay out dosen't want to go home
Till his prickly fingers are stuck down his throat

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He drives home pissed at night
And he listens to this every hour

He drank his fiancee when he.........
The doctor said no drink for 17 weeks
He wants to gout but he has to stay home
So he watches color TV on his own

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He drives home pissed at night
And he listens to this every hour

The toplets are finished
The cure is complete
He hasn't had a drink for 17 weeks
17 punks to limit his night
Goes straight to his head, he ends up in a fight

He's chasing ....... on a dark rainy night
The rest .......... with flashing lights
His mom's waking up she hopes he's alright
But he's wrapped round the lampost on Saturday night

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night
And he dosen't really exist






En cualquier lugar, se encuentra la vida
y en cualquier rincón
se esconde la piedra que busco
dejando mi cuerpo de blanco
para los que quieran tirar..
Por casualidad , perdieron el norte
Por casualidad..
se pierden, cuándo los encuentro
dejando algún rastro en el tiempo
¡pronto los vamos a atrapar!
¡Colabore para no desaparecer!
Saben dónde están, van apareciendo..
Saben dónde van, esquivando el peso del tiempo
llorando por hoy ser la carne..
¡mi cañón les va a disparar!
¡Colabore para no desaparecer!

Sancho panza y el comandante viejo ragazo

Hasta la victoria Siempre!

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