jueves, 8 de enero de 2009

Cigarrillos caducados drogas para el corazon




Mama puedo ser ese hombresillo que se mueve en el horizonte con esos pantalones pitillo y camisa desgarrada, puedo ser ese vagabundo que come lo que desea cuando desea y qeu ayuna con cigarrillos.
Quiero ser vodka y que me bebas entero


Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight?
I feel, I feel like taking a life. Please, I wanna silver kitchen knife And feel, feel like taking a life. Rippin kitten killing on the round Rippin kitten killing on the round Daddy, can I go and hunt tonight Like you do on Sunday mornings. Honey, give me a real jungle knife To feel, feel like taking my life. Rippin kittin killing on the round Rippin kittin killing on the round Rippin kittin killing on the round Rippin kittin killing on the round Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight? I feel, I feel like taking a life. Please, I wanna silver kitchen knife And feel, feel like taking a life. Rippin kittin killing on the round Rippin kittin killing on the round Rippin kittin killing on the round Rippin kittin killing on the round Mommy, Daddy, let me go Mommy, Daddy, please let me go

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