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Bastard Sons Of Dioniso

An earthquake?s dancing in my mind I wonder why sometimes I?m blind There?s an answer I can?t find Fault of mushrooms, yes, I?m sure Now I feel a little

Crazy slaughterer besides being blind You?re even not very intelligent Crazy slaughterer besides being mad You?re even not very well put up You?ve

La notte cade su di noi la pioggia cade su di noi la gente non sorride piu vediamo il mondo vecchio che ci sta crollando addosso ma ma che colpa abbiamo

If you don't give my football back, I'm gonna get my dad on you I only kicked it over your fence and broke a silly gnome or two Eanie meany, run away

Spend my days with a woman unkind Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine Made up my mind, make a new start Goin' to California with an achin' in my

Io non compro piu speranza che gli e falsa mercancia, a dar solo attendo via quella poca che m?avanza. Io non compro piu speranza che gli e falsa mercancia

Helplessly hoping Her harlequin hovers nearby Awaiting a word Gasping at glimpses Of gentle true spirit He runs, wishing he could fly Only to trip at

Clean your hands to escape from friends Clean your eyes, all seems so nice Cut his head, it?s not so bad Try to smile, you weren?t kind Just apologies

You don't always have to fuck her hard In fact sometimes that's not right to do Sometimes you've got to make some love And fucking give her some smoochies