He?s sitting locked up all alone Staring at an empty wall Takes a last drag from his smoke Before he drops it on the floor He doesn?t know what week
Yo soy un perro de la muerte Y no me rompas los cojones Yo soy un chico con poca suerte Vivo en un zulo con tres mill ratones Yo soy un perro de la
I got to go I got to go Cause I don?t like this situation It?s out of hand out of control Can?t you feel the desperation Somebody?s going down And all
have faith in you Can someone tell me who?s included In their masterplan And do they really care about the people Who are living in this land Yeah maybe
turns out Just as you planned Have you ever had a day When it feels like you?re invincible When you?re not just a Scum of the land Today I?m the king
I just don?t care anymore This time you?re on your own Why can?t you just see that we?re fed up With you and your constant search for sympathy There
I?ve been sober for seven whole days I?m feeling bored and I miss the haze Can?t believe how I could be so dumb Stupid promises what have I done Cannot
Monday Morning Still asleep When you clock in for another day of stress Got to work harder To make more cash That?s the only way to measure your success
Another day, another week Another month, another year Is slowly passing me by The same old people, same old faces Same old boring stories It makes me
In the papers we can read about the bombs falling down Killing men, women and children Destroying town by town That?s good news my friend On the centrefold
The day we met yeah I remember it so well One look was all it took to put me under your spell How could I ever come to be so damn naive How could I ever
I?m gonna tell you the story of a girl That I met one night I was down at the pub with my friends When this beast came at me She started rubbing her
