Dalszövegek
Deserdados

The masses walk towards the oppressive warmth of the fire. The unholy will burn and so shall I. The elder spoke of the day and we laughted in their faces

Cut the back, pull the stuffing. Cut the girl down to nothing. Feed the boy. ... Disinfect the house. Disinherit. X3 And it's creeping up, I spy it. And

: Padre Nuestro, de todos nosotros, de los pobres, de los sin techo, de los marginados y de los desprotegidos, de los desheredados y de los duenos de

Cut the back, pull the stuffing. Cut the girl down to nothing. Feed the boy. ... Disinfect the house. Disinherit. X3 And it's creeping up, I spy it.