It's 3:18, mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen, The minutes are hours, the hours are days, I feel infected by your presence, you speak
's other insane They're laboratory mice Their genes have been spliced They're Pinky, they're Pinky and the Brain Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain
Ooh-ooh Old Mr. Joe, he build a house away On top of some hill Old Mr. Joe knew he had to go, so he He got right down and wrote bank will He say now,
I don't wanna feel no more It's easier to keep falling Imitations are pale Emptiness all Tomorrow's haunted by your ghost Lay down, black gives way
Triste y vacia filosofia no deja de rezar tu lengua arpia, mentira nada importante de lo que digas refleja tu saber cerebro incendiado perdedor, perdedor
Sucker without a brain Nothin to do again Step into the street Like the man on a flying trapeze Here comes that bus Right into your face Now you're flying
I used to be on an endless run. Believe in miracles 'cause I'm one. I have been blessed with the power to survive. After all these years I'm still alive
Without you baby, it's like a suicide I need you baby, well I just can't hide I miss you honey, when it's cold outside, oh yeah I miss your body baby
I can't get you outta my mind, oh no no I can't get you outta my mind, oh no no I can't get you outta my mind I can't get you outta my mind, oh no no
I'm sick and tired of you calling me names I'm sick and tired of your childish games I'm sick and tired of your bullshit brats Cocaine stupor and anxiety
Well, life's a drag without you I found out a little bit too late, oh yes I did now I want you and all of your time I found out a little bit too late,
Ignorance is bliss, you know it's true Ignorance is bliss, just look at you Ignorance is bliss, did'nt have a shoe Ignorance is bliss, just look at you
You gotta learn to listen, listen to learn You gotta learn to listen before you get burned Learn to listen, listen to learn You gotta learn to listen
I used to be an a student, I never used to complain I used to be a truant but I'm still the same Bad, bad brain, bad, bad brain I used to go to parties
You've got to pick up the pieces C'mon, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe, you've got too much cash Better call, call the
You've got to pick up the pieces Come on, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe you've got too much cash Better call, call the
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with you
