Pablo Natario

We re on a bullet and we re headed straight into god even he d like to end it too […]

There s no much left to love Too tired today to hate I feel the empty I feel the minute

Death to the ladies first, then the gentlemen all sorts of a tax-free-face-lift-abortions-nervous-break-dance Satanic girls gone wild, truly fucking suicidal

They call her bulldozer speech demon Without distractions of hope She makes the depression business look surprisingly novel. And she

Away in the manger No crib for his bed That s the story That they to told you When they

I m just like rolling a stone up a hill in Hades If you want to lie with me, you

I wake up everyday on The wrong side of the bed But I won t lay down on the floor

Come on, come on! Come on, come on! I am overground, and outselling it Since God thinks I don t

The day they covered us in the dirt Like stars in the ground That will grow into dead flowers The

Haters call me bitch Call me faggot call me whitey But I am something that you ll never be (Hey)

All our monkeys have monkeys We drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar limousines We re not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play

Ka-boom, ka-boom Ka-boom, ka-boom Ka-boom, ka-boom Ka-boom, ka-boom We re a death marching band, Peter Pan off the wagon Entertain