I can read, I can write I can breathe, proven fact Bless my greed, greased unfold Is it me, or my ego Write some words, make them rhyme Pieces for, story
(A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh) (A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh) In the jungle, the mighty jungle The lion sleeps
Dum, doobie dum, woo - oo, doobie, doobie Dum, doobie dum, woo - oo, doobie, doobie Dum, doobie dum, woo - oo tonight I fell in love, woo - oo Tonight
There could never be A portrait of my love For nobody can paint a dream You will never see A portrait of my love For miracles are never seen Anyone who
Dissappear in complete disarrays. We are fern what your grandfather says. Love the kisses at all be sending you. Play the rhythm that I?m pretending to
silence of a flower I am passing the orifice beyond To the material origin, the elementary black Behold the stunning blackness Where the raging chaos steam Like a token
I'm proud to say that I'm part of something based in values but something right has turned cold long ago Now you purchase symbols of these values that
Why can't I be like all the other kids? They all have three-bedroom homes Broken trucks on their lawns And cut-up hot dogs for lunch It's not my fault
Please accept this as a token of my sincere gratitude I'm not joking There's the singing the provoking and all the promises made That were broken Do
I have to sell my soul to you and that's just to pay for its renewal How long have you been at it How many fingers am I holding up I know I was away
Sentado en el borde de la cama vomitando, gritandole a mi madre, que en el marco de la puerta esta llorando, joder chaval,vas como una cuba, tu padre
Rank with hubris, scar the world Watch the helpless weep and run in fear Cast the fire, scorch the earth Punish them and rip the ground away Storm with
stall need for wanton lives, Come in a spinner, be a guinea pig, a Syndrome's Down to Medical Intoxication, Token Remedies found, Sell a patient, kill
the strictest of penalty If your will wasn't flawed would you be overcome by your pain And is this bleeding ulcer still you faith A token gesture a bloodless
't you be Tarot-fied It's just a token of my extreme Don't you be Tarot-fied It's just a token of my extreme Don't you never try to look behind my eyes
The token back to Brooklyn fell between the grating And we're just watching it sinking The fare went up to one hundred dollars And we can never go home
Översättning: Green, Adam. Ge dem en Token.
Översättning: December. Symbolisk gest.