The sky's black with locusts. My eyes are burning stars. The a mountain of gold teeth. In every bank vault in this world Wanna try and steal my face. My body and my soul?. Ridden on a bed of nail
Hace mucho tiempo que no sé de ti, yeah . Y de momento apareces aquí, yeah . Botella en una mano, oh, oh . Y sus labios colorados . Me dice que escuchó en la radio mi canción . Y que extrañaba de mis
I heard you got arrested in the street last night. You called me with a voice I didn't recognize. So you're numbin' the pain, stuck in your ways. Since we were kids it was like this. But I will be the