I picked up the paper this morning And read all the daily blues The world is one big tragedy I wonder what I can do About all the pain and injustice
You wanna see me hang around Don't bother me You wanna know if I'll get down Can't you see (Gene Machine) Stick it in Shove it up Are they still humans
If you're wonderin' What's all the noise I'm in the backroom With the girls and boys Were' discussing the blues And they don't seem to see The blues is
User-Friendly. That's what I am to you. I have to break out of here. Trapped in my hardware cell. And come to you as you sleep tonight. Take you back
You were the beacon that lit up my life When i thought i was drowning you threw me a lifeline You were the beauty i was the beast You touched my soul,
Why should the Father bother to call us His children? Why should the Spirit hear it when we pray? Why should the Father bother to be concerned with all
Verse 1: Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater Chorus: You don't need to
I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more" I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more" Well, I'm looking for my face And I got no place to go I said, "Oh
Wish I was too dead to cry, the self-affliction fades, stones to throw at my creator, Masochist to which I cater. You don?t need to bother I don?t need
Readin' my paper in Roy's cafe The ol' guy next to me is loud as day Rambled and rambled while eatin' his pie He dropped his wallet, now its mine uh huh
I say hello don't think that I don't know You're listening to me But please don't bother me Don't bother me You bought this thing so I would sing About
Wish I was too dead to cry A self affliction face Stones to throw at my creator Masochist to which I cater You don't need to bother I don't need to be
Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother; I don't need
She's got the kind of look that defies gravity She's the greatest cook And she's fat free She's been to private school And she speaks perfect French
[Chorus:] I done... dodged bullets got charges b, so I ain't goin let you niggas bother me, hey I ain't goin let you niggas bother me, hey Hey keep on
El huracan olvido es el peor lo tira todo a su paso no deja na en pie... en este mundo loco nuestro en el que todos queremos tener dos o tres caras, dos
No te molestes en volver no tienes nada que hacer yo ya no vuelvo contigo, te di la oportunidad no la supiste aprovechar de que vivieras conmigo. Fuiste