Nothing can save me from the pain of you not loving me It doesn't help me to complain I just have to feel it and hope it goes away But it's so useless
All that's cool but, yo, what's up with me and you? See the blind mice? We the blind mice Trying to get in where we fit in Doing anything to be down
Chorus Fifty ? Fifty, gut ? böse, ja ? nein, an ? aus, Kopf oder Zahl, Mann oder Maus Ich spiel mal Loser mal Gewinner,mal spiel ich den Normalen
Tourists rob you of your home In sunken boats And you can hide quiet as a mouse But they'll find you out When she asked me, "What have you felt?"
I woke up this morning I thought what am I doing here? My brother he starts raging! Watch him rising see him howling! And he sucked her and sucked her
In a tall boot that was very nice Lived seven tiny little mice One, two, three, four, five, six, seven At seven o'clock, they were all fed With strawberry
I was flicking through the channels on the TV On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain Trying to piece together conversations, Trying to find out where to
fascists can you hear it has begun seen the devil the outlived symptom under the screams impress again shadow ways to do and joins from everywhere treats
Some people have dogs for pets And some people have cats but There was a tailor, had a mouse Hi diddle um come feed a They lived together in one house
I had Cinderella complex with the boys And ballet class gave me some poise I've never ever lied to you Or have anything that's untrue I constantly
I say goodnight And I turn out the light I close my eyes, ready to sleep Then I hear a noise But it's not from my toys, my dogs, or my cats, or the street
What are you doing here? I came to get a case of factory outlet beer Then I go home I don't feel like I want to be by myself Mice eat cheese And for
Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets Aces take your time Queens are left for dead Jacks can
It's the early bird that catches the worm But it's the second mouse that gets the cheese And you know what that means
(now, now I know I'm not crazy. the fucking mouse, the mouse is back again. and I got him here, mother fff - he's in the fucking radiator. this prick,
I was flickin' through the channels on the TV On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain Tryin' to piece together conversations Tryin' to find out where to
Disco: Ellas cantan los éxitos de Cri-Cri, 1999, BMG Ariola En la ratonera ha caido un ratón con sus dos pistolas y su traje de cowboy
Yo le voy a pedir a Santa Claus una chamarra igualita a la de Elvis. ¡¿A poco?! ¿Vieron la caricatura del ratón? Mi mamá