Lyrics:
the hand of a legend
An illusion
On color television
What a good way to learn
About us
And the heirs of our land
All we want
'Til the end of time
was the man in the soundproof booth
I wish I had a chance to stump the band
Or maybe tell truth
And maybe I could win a color television
I
wanna get me a good wife,
and a garden, garden, garden, garden.
Wanna start me a new life with a six foot color television-
Wanna start me a new life
Car-jacking fanatics who kill for religion
In a city full of addicts and color television
fanatics who kill for religion
In a city full of addicts and color television
We've got a new clear vision of the people we are killin’
From the color television of the blood we are spillin’
Got video reactionaries shooting
deserves its wings
And sometimes he needs help and he likes the way I think
So I just sit and listen to my color television
And as long as I am patient it
para expresar
en la musica una herramienta mas
mi vision no tiene respiro
ya todo tiene el mismo color
television no tiene respiro
ya todo tiene el
Watchin' color television in a Louis-Somethin' vest
And I'm bleedin' in the sink inside a club
Baby I'm tryna stay in tact
But I don't know if that's
on the screen
But I don’t see the point of this
We’re more than all the colors on your television screen
I saw your face when you were standing next to me
We’re
the timeless
Universe of those who don't forget
Sometimes I scream so loudly
That you hear a little whisper
When you mute your television
To embrace the colors
cerradas
Las ventanas también
¿será que nuestra gente está muerta?
Presiento el fin de un amor
En la era de color
La televisión está en las vidrieras
cerradas
Las ventanas también
¿será que nuestra gente está muerta?
Presiento el fin de un amor
En la era de color
La televisión está en las vidrieras
Toda
vez
Puede que no sea a propósito
Cuando cambio de estación y escucho tu voz
Tu cara maquillada en la televisión
Tú color favorito en lo semáforos
Verte
las puertas cerradas
Y las ventanas también
¿no será que nuestra gente está muerta?
Presiento el fin de un amor
En la era del color
La televisión
las puertas cerradas
Y las ventanas también
¿no será que nuestra gente está muerta?
Presiento el fin de un amor
En la era del color
La televisión
Nobody knows what the future holds
I believe in some days and running shirtless in the cold
Colors of television tuned to dead channels
And the white noise
puertas cerradas y
Las ventanas también
¿No será que nuestra gente está muerta?
Presiento el fin de un amor
En la era del color
La televisión está en las
Otra tonta historia de un tipo gris
que esperaba que por fin
su mañana se pintara de un color
pasaba tardes en un sillón
miraba televisión
seguro
Don't move until I see
? down there with bright lights
And beautiful colors
Like television at night
Here we go, seashell eyes.
I know you
heaven is just coincidental collision of
Electrons.
This is not the time for touching me.
I am a conduit changing colors, frantic humming
aunties always kept it real
Pops is og taught me how it really be
Black and white the television colors when you in these streets
Keep yo hands down youngin
of Rome
cn' I'm laughing at the poor man
Talking to the blind man
See the lady in the street car lights
Her colors ala Toulouise
Television and the red
Luces de color.
Pantallas de televisión.
Leds y neón
champagne en el avión.
Dulces en fiestas y cenas de autor la vida sin despertador.
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