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Inside the Big Apple's subway I slept upon the midnight train I woke to horror and demise What I now call end of the line The Butcher's here The bodies hung and all fileted Inside this Midnight Meat Train I killed the Butcher with his own knife But the true horror had not died Pale cannibals with filed teeth Had come as every night to feast They ate the tounge within my mouth I am the one to serve them now I serve the Fathers of New York Midnight Meat Train |
What's your lie? Fuck you! Warm lips, a big smile Has made your mind runs wild This game you play I like the way You expect to grab a child You think I'm innocent, not wild Take me and look see how much I'm tame Never gotta a little, but I think he'll never know how to live with sure body wild until the pressure so I'll show you feelings that you pain is nothing, so let your body hang in there. What a frustrating fear Warm lips, a big smile Hatred runs through your insides This game you play it turns my attention each day |
(Catalino Parra) Josefa MatÃÂa Le, Le, Le, Le-La Josefa MatÃÂa Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La Josefa MatÃÂa Ay, Llorando como yo la pluma Josefa MatÃÂa Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La Josefa MatÃÂa Ay, de los pájaros del monte Josefa MatÃÂa Ay, Yo quisiera ser canario Josefa MatÃÂa Ay, para cantar contigo Josefa MatÃÂa Ay, En los montes solitario' Josefa MatÃÂa Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La Josefa MatÃÂa Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La Josefa MatÃÂa Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La Josefa MatÃÂa |
It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out (4x) I've been taking into crates ever since I was livin' in space Before the rat-race, before monkeys had human traits Mastered numerology and big-bang theology Preformed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology Invented the mic so I could start blessin' it And chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us But I twist mic cords to double helixes and show them what I'm made of I buckle knees like leg braces Ca |