Like a fish on a lilo, I'm all out of place.

He's stronger than the walls that you tried to build around him, to dumb and dumbfound him, for 2000 years I waited for your call, screaming from the window, screaming bloody murder. The more that you follow me, the more I get lost; you think that you know me, you're pissing me off. Yeah, you say that you love me, why don't you fuck off? And you wanna think that you own me, you're ripping me off. I messed my head and I messed my head, how could that be? Just to shine fire upon, everyone and no one. I messed my head and I messed my head, how could that be? To shine a fire upon, everyone and no one.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sos tan, tan, TAN groso Bilo ♥ .. Y ese tema me puede.

Holding hands by New Year's Eve.

Speak, don't talk about it; speak, don't want to know all about it. Arguing with you's no good; well you'll be nobody's fool, but you almost speak. Don't talk about it, don't talk about the 32nd of December, that's the night I'm trying so hard to forget. All you do is you come round and then, well I remember, remember what I try, that I, what I. Speak, don't talk about it; speak, don't want to know all about it. Anybody want tea? Did anybody, thank you, ah fuck me! But don't speak and don't talk about it; don't you talk about the 32nd of December, that's the night I'm trying so hard to forget. All you do is you phone, then I, I remember, remember what I try, that I, what I. Speak, don't wanna to talk about it. Well it was you, not I, who was such a stickler for manners. So don't you say goodbye, no, to your good old friend. Ah, goodbye, goodbye; goodbye, goodbye.

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Nada mejor para empezar el año que un tema tan bueno como este jaja

Felicidades para todos. Que sea un año mejor que el anterior y que todos esos deseos que resurgen a fin de año se cumplan :) ¡Feliz 2009! y el culo les llueve... ehm, ah no, feliz 2009.

Long road to ruin, there in your eyes.

Half dead, and a third alive, a quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road. Don't get surrounded by people you hate, choke you out the house down the path and out the garden gate. Well I'll never, never, not once when we're together. One gun punks on vogue at the side with the bands and the vans and the gangs and the clan with the monkey man high with a little girl at his side. What is it that you're doing to me? I don't know, I know, I know, I know.

A rhyme that might stop the tick of time.

Up the morning, up, up the morning. Everytime I see your face. it makes me sad, it makes me chase, chase my love across the world. Even though you're not, it's taste simple, evil; I don't walk alone. Everytime I see your face, it makes me cry, it makes me wait, waited far too long. And you were over me but it's ok, cause I know where you will go, I will go. Up the morning, up, up the morning. And if I, if I could go back in time. And if I, if I could go back in time I'd go to show, what did I show? I would not show the nights and the fights when I came rumbling out the door. Well, what was I supposed to do? Where's a girl supposed to, supposed to go? Up the morning, up, up the morning.

That reminds me of when we were free.

I don't know where to begin this song I hide away, but I know that you know, and I know that you've been where I've been. It's healing me everyday, it's killing me everyday. Do you still bowl around after dark blowing your hope and your smoke in the rain? I lit a little fire off your chimney spark and I knew then I would never see you naked again. The whole world is our playground. Take the night by the hand and set it on fire again. If I hear this song on the radio, I swear I'll go out of my mind. I try not to think about it all every minute or so, but they sold you as a prize. The whole world is our playground, the whole cell is our playground. Take the night by the hand and set it on fire again.

Anger, anger, anger.

Find yourself washed up in paradise. Just like before, she never used to mind. I lost my phone in paradise. And what a nice day for a murder. You call yourself a killer but the only thing that you're killing is your time. There's nothing absurder. A bird is just a burden to your heart, your soul, your body, spirit and mind. Oh, don't look at me like that. She won't take you back. You said too much, you been too unkind. Get up off your back, stop smoking that. You could change your life. Do you think you'll change their mind?