Traducere: Cheloo. Maker gunoi.
It's august 6th, 1982. And uh, we were jammin' over at the house. My pants caught on fire. We were smokin' a lotta... whiskey, and uh, chicken. And uh
Today's, uh, august 4th, 1982. I'm really bored and there was some dead animals that we played with. There was a weed-wacker...we stole two of them. A
There's a dead hobo on the patio And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red And it better be long as
Umm, my throat muscles Are completely shredded You tell no one 'Bout Barney Leaning on you Dirty pictures False faces Bloody wallet Ripped out your
It's, uh, november 6th, 1945, and we... ...went up to, and uh, back to the house and watched mtv... ...and playin' pac-man. It's all really gross and
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy, can I get a little echo on this? Ozzy, Ozzy Ozzy, Ozzy Ozzy What does it mean? The fire is green The demons just came through the
Rowboat, row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick me
You came, you went, my mind it got a dent I couldn't make my rent 'cause all my cash was lent This town is filled with thousand dollar bills Laminated
Satan gave me a taco And it made me really sick The chicken was all raw And the grease was mighty thick The rice was all rancid And the beans were so
It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion It's an everlasting, it's a ghetto blasting On the wonder wheel I let my thunder peel I made an effort
Walkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse And I don't mind bein' afraid And the kids drinkin' in the park Tell me where the money goes Late at night and
Today has been a fucked up day Today has been a fucked up day Today has been a fucked up day Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day Today has been
I got a room down in Hollywood Rent was cheap, it was this rooming house There was an old man who lived in the room next to me We shared a bathroom in
You pretend you're high You pretend you're bored You pretend you're anything Just to be adored And what you need Is what you get Don't believe in fear
Rotten, so rotten here So rotten, oh It was like, the last day before trash day My place was gettin' kinda nastay Even though the garbage I knew would
You don't act up too much Ain't got that glamor touch You're trifling lazy Ain't worth a cigarette ash Look out here Mamma Look out here You carry me
No turnin back, No turnin back My friend you got a glassjaw But I like it I see my head this time And I'm, I'm a fugitive But a less for the long
