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Los Acidos

Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up alive black with stain glistening and new the sunset's coming fingerpaintings of the insane come on

Hunter of tears, relative to pain half of this world is dark with the stain the stain of unknowing the dead flowe buds, on smiling lips is innocent blood

I thought, that I wasn't right Or I'm in example sucker I had reason, reason to try To win something Gotta fight Last pener, last pener around I was nut

First World War ... Second World War ... Third World War ... Fourth World War ... War between the big and small War between long hairs and skins War over

Baby, I wanna see you tonight I love the stink of your body Let me show you what I can Honey, I'm a real man Since you left me, baby I'm broken, I bleed

School's out, it's time to party We are the freaks, the town's in danger Joyriding in my dad's corvette Our style is tough, we couldn't look stranger

Free. Truly Free. Land of the Free... What freedom is yours when you're not allowed to say: Fuck you Fuck you Motherfucker Cocksucker Fuck you

WEAR YOUR GLASSES WELCOME TO THE EARTH WE'RE JUST A GRAIN OF SAND ONLY FULFILLING A MINOR ROLE IN A LARGER MASTER PLAN CONQURING OURSELVES TIME AND TIME

go Under the acid rain No one sees us cry under the acid rain Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Acid rain, acid rain Under the acid rain