lunes, 22 de octubre de 2007

some of you sitting there with your cock in your hand


I told you before
stay away from my door
Don't give me that brother brother brother
brother
The freaks on the phone
won't leave me alone
So don't give me that brother brother brother brother No!
I, I found out!

2 comentarios:

anitalmb dijo...

hola nena,
espero hayas dejado la esclavitud...liberate de tus cadenas
besos

Anónimo dijo...

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, theyve more lifeblood than before.
Theyre moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needles eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.