nos llamen illegal vivimos en povertad nos robarron to...
moving mouths that say nothing open eyes blinking ...
dejected concrete jungles that never seem to end throug...
what scene are you talkin about the kind that separates ...
this cut to fitness so called legitness is senseless and ...
What is there to do I m sick and fucking tired of sitting ...
out of focus low on hope am I out of my mi...
I m gonna kick these notes right into the streets ...
dont let it get to your head when the girls start scream...
sounds and rhythms arranged in time bands acrr...
at nights when all us weirdo freaks crawl out and have ...
you can talk about saving the world you can...
crusty eyes and greasy grins inhaling smoke from the valv...
and if this life s your canvas don t hesitate to paint...
