I've eaten many strange and scrumptious dishes in my time Like jellied bugs and curried slugs and earwigs cooked in slime And mice with rice is very
He had me down but I put up a fight I saw those teeth and I groped for my knife Big brown bear with the juice from his mouth He tastes my leg and he thought
Our outlook is bleak but the moment is grand To be told we're independent is not enough We should strive for autonomous thoughts And your pride in your
I'm sure you've never had this meal before We're still open, stay and have some more It's been raised upon your body and your soul Total control!
Y sin saber porque me quedo viendo el sol caer otra vez el dia termino manana sera un dia igual: un domingo con periodicos normal. No conectaba con tanta
She kisses me like music I dont pretend i dont like it Her lips are soft and swedish she leaves me gasping for more! Summer bleeds into my skin and
So, I?m just the medicine You take when you?re sick You get well and that?s it I?m put back on the shelf in your mirror And it isn?t exceptional The course
C'etait un petit homme sans histoire Qui habitait a l'etage D'une chambre avec vue sur le soir Qui tombe sur l'echafaudage Lalala Il ne sortait qu'une
I've eaten many strange and scrumptious dishes in my time Like jellied bugs and curried slugs and earwigs cooked in slime And mice with rice is very nice
[Music: Juancar / Lyrics: Dave Rotten / Guest Vocalist: Bjoern Goosses] Voracity for human flesh Its something i cant help Forbidden pleasure not for
I found you outside like a sunrise. It melted my eyes from my skull. As I turned into ash before my sweet demise, The end of me was so beautiful. Now
Dammi da mangiare dimmi che posso stare qui non ho soldi per pagare ma dimmi lo stesso di si e ferma la tua testa nelle mie mani e appoggia la tua mano
Bringing on the hatred, bringing the lies, Bringing on the violence, devouring our lives, This world is so cold; you feed on the meek, We're gutting up
Bebida e agua. comida e pasto. voce tem sede de que? voce tem fome de que? a gente nao quer so comida a gente quer comida, diversao e arte. a gente nao
There's a monster in my room we discussed movies over coffee And I think it's quite absurd Well, he got hungry, licked his lips, he shook my hand, and
Street lights shine bright, illuminating Watford High Street on a Monday night. Fat slags are ?dressed to kill? with their short skirts barely covering
It's eating me away I said to God It's rotting in my mind It's like a cancer Is there anything, anything at all to numb the nothingness I need a reason
Firstly there's a spanner in here Secondly it has the right of way And something else is missing Sometimes sorted out And wrapped up straight away Nothing