Lyrics:
I'm David Makalaster
Your ten o'clock newscaster
And the shit has
Just hit the fan
I'm David Makalaster
Your ten o'clock newscaster
There's
cars in a field
Grass has grown
Leaves have blown, nothing you got to reveal
Unless you're a painter, a poet or a friend to me
All the angels that
own world
And can't do otherwise
I blame no one
But wish that I, on this ship
Had dared to believe
The navigator has always been me
Under the debris
on the hills smiling and laughing knowing that my life has just begun.
me for interest has been exploited. We are saturated in soap opera stricken prose. Beware! I have a disease where borderline intolerance fucks lethargy
What a day this has been!
What a rare mood I'm in!
Why, it's almost like being in love
There's a smile on my face
For the whole human race
Heaven and hell trapped in spell
Where Satan lord has dwelt
There is nothing to relieve the pain of human sacrifice
Now their salvation drown in doubt
to hide? What makes me different then the people you see? What is so wrong with just being me? The time has come to leave this behind All of this fighting's
What a day this has been!
What a rare mood I'm in!
Why, it's almost like being in love
There's a smile on my face
For the whole human race
an ideal world
There'd be no need for law
No need for police
But in a society so sick
So obsessed with blind greed
Someone has to protect
The old
the magnitude has found her who are you trying to get back your living in '84 such a bore let's burn it to the floor... at the bus stop neon tube socks forgot
father and son
Chant little lullaby
For one and all to see
What life should be
Waiting for the chance to hear your life has changed
When baby you can take
once I can say
Something has changed
Or is it just me
In the place to be (hardcore)
Am I about to take it in my face
Question, where were you
looked inside and I saw
My soul's my guide, I need to walk with you
I know this is where I'll stay
The world I've left behind
Has no place in my heart
to beauty school
She has no problem with he vatos in the bed
She's got a homeboy his names little ben,
He knocked her up before he went to jail
And she's got
(Is prayer his medicine ?)
Lord you're taking everything (If he has the power to heal)
Please, please Lord let them live (He should not beg the Lord)
you have to hide your smile
You have to hide your god
You have to hide your pleasure
You have to hide your love
if someone has disappeared
Justified by
me go
Every little hurt does
Every little hurt does
To you I am a toy
And you're the girl
Who has the say
Why I should play
Yeah you hurt me
música estridente ha tomado
Lugar de la ciudad
Electrónica, porque sin ti estoy incompleto
Electrónica, porque tú dices lo que siento
Electrónica, porque
Both of us know that this romance has ended
But we both pretended it wasn't this soon
I was so young and you swept me away
Now I'm twenty-two
lose my voice
Keep on doing what I feel the most
One last hit and then I am ghost
If it's not my fault that's how it has to be
That's how I am keeping my
A heavy burden has left my brain
I was relieved that car went by
They never caught me and you know why
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
Now Santa is a busy man, He has no time to play
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
Now Santa is a busy man, He has no time to play
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