الأغاني:
Los Retorcidos

{Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldest not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done Grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue} Three

I know what it means to be twisted I been stuck in a carnival mirror One time my head was so low you could have kissed it Without standing on your toes

: "Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy Will be done Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue" Three

: Open your eyes To reality Existing in the world Of twentieth century Pace and love Are both utopias Reason, bullshit Power and courage Feed the spirits

"Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy Will be done Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue" Three

Murderer, psychotic, is this what I've become? Men women, or children, it makes no difference. Rape, their soft dead bodies, I fuck when they can't stop

GET DOWN! twisted on my 69 i'm in love with the 69 69 [x2] yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah she comes by, she comes by, she comes by me and you can't have her