Letras-de-musica

Each time I make my mother cry an angel dies and falls from heaven. When the boy is still a […]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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