Right now you couldn't care less about me
But soon enough you will care by the time I'm done

Walk with me, Suzy Lee 

through the park, by the tree 

we will rest upon the ground 

and we don't notice any time pass 

we don't notice anything 

we sit side by side in every class 

teacher thinks that I sound funny 

but she likes the way you sing 

De gira sin querer

Nevó en la 9 de Julio

TODAS LAS NOCHES ME MENSAJEA, SE HACE LA PIOLA Y ME ZORREA, PORQUE QUIERE, CALIENTE, QUE LA ARRANQUE PAL HOTEL. LE GUSTAN LOS PIBITOS JUGUETONES, LE CABE HACERLO EN MUCHAS POSICIONES, Y SE MUERE, PORQUE QUIERE QUE LA ARRANQUE PAL HOTEL

Compasión no quiero, lástima no quiero
quiero un amor duro que me pueda hacer vibrar
tu sabor yo quiero, tu sudor yo quiero
quiero tu locura que me haga delirar
pura caña... puro amor... 
Amor a la mexicana, de cumbia, huapango y son
caballo, bota y sombrero, tequila, tabaco y ron
amor a la mexicana, caliente al ritmo del sol
despacio y luego me mata, mi macho de corazón 

I CAN'T HEAR YOU
You're talking to yourself
And what you're used to
It don't work on no one else


I'm gonna teach you
Keep you for myself
Gonna take you by the hand
I'm gonna walk you to my house
So I can hear you
I wanna hear you

Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Looking at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it
All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me out of this place
I'm outta place
I'm in outer space
I've just vanished without a trace
I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow
I'll be back in an hour or so

'Cause every time I go to try to leave
Someone keeps pullin' on my sleeve
I don't wanna, but I gotta stay
These drugs really got a hold of me

'Cause every time I try to tell them "no"
They won't let me ever let them go
I'm a sucker all I gotta say
These drugs really got a hold of me

You got my attention

You got it all

Let's go where no one can see us

And find the difference between us

Well, I've heard lots of people say they're gonna settle down

You don't see their faces and they don't come around

Well, I'm not that way, I got to move along

I like to drink and to dance all night

ESTA NOCHE HAREMOS EL AMOR BAILANDO

The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and

sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather

stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the

treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the

terrible boredom of pain.

But even granted trains, I fear that Omelas so far strikes some of you as goody-goody. 

Smiles, bells, parades, horses, bleh. If so, please add an orgy. If an orgy would

help, don't hesitate.

One thing I know there is none of in Omelas is guilt. But what else should there

be? I thought at first there were no drugs, but that is

puritanical. For those who like it, the faint insistent sweetness of

drooz may perfume the ways of the city, drooz which first brings a

great lightness and brilliance to the mind and limbs, and then after

some hours a dreamy languor, and wonderful visions at last of the very

arcane and inmost secrets of the Universe, as well as exciting the

pleasure of sex beyond all belief; and it is not habit-forming.

For more modest tastes I think there ought to be beer. 

I'm a sinner, ring my bell 
I'll tell you what, I'd get up
If I knew I fell

Early in the morning time

Late in the middle of the night

Whenever this chill comes over me

I wanna hug you with all of my might

That's right and I'm sweatin'

Oh, yeah you got me shakin'

Mmm, you got me sweatin'

Ohh, yeah you got me shakin' girl

And I ony need to get half an excuse and im away,
But when theres no excuses thats much easier to say,

I love the sound of 
you walking away

SO FUCKED UP

We get these pills to swallow

How they stick

In your throat

Tastes like gold

Oh, what you do to me

No one knows

Hey, don't let it go to waste

I love it but I hate the taste

I wouldn't stop it if I could

when love takes over

This is grade A 100% pure colombian cocaine, ladies and gentleman. 
Disco Shit

I had opinions that didn't matter
I had a brain that felt like pancake batter