Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Taking over
But it won't be long
They're mesmerized
Skeletons
Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they got something to say no to
Drinking out (is she real, is she)
Pacifier (is she real, is she)
Vitamin souls (is she real, is she)
The street desire (is she real, is she)
Doesn't make sense to (is she real, is she)
But it won't be long (is she real, is she)
Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they got something to say no to
And they're turning us into monsters
Turning us into fire
Turning us into monsters
It's all desire
It's all desire
It's all desire
Drinking out
Pacifier
Sinking soul
There you are
Doesn't make side to
But it won't be long
Cause kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they got something to say no to
And they're turning us into monsters
Turning us into fire
Turning us into monsters
It's all desire
It's all desire
It's all desire
Is she, is she real, is she
Is she real, is she (it's real)
Is she, is she real, is she
Is she real, is she (it's real)
[etc]
Is she is she real
miércoles, 31 de marzo de 2010
Just damn fine
My life is not so fuckedthis days , last year all my ex-gilfriend were really angry with me but now they are really cool with me,i met this girl flor.. she seems kinda shy but there is something about her that really atracts me ,i mean ..i see her and i think she is cute but a lot of guys at school (that are ashholes) said that she is ugly but i dont care about that ,almost all guys are jerks(i think im not an eception) and almost all girls in my country are sluts.. i would like that to change, but whatever.
domingo, 28 de marzo de 2010
Green Day - 21st Century Breakdown lyrics
Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell.
A welfare child where the teamsters dwell.
The last one born, the first one to run.
My town was blind from the refinery sun.
My generation is zero.
I never made it as a working class hero.
21st century breakdown.
I once was lost but never was found.
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline.
I was made of poison and blood.
Condemnation is what I understood.
From Mexico to the Berlin wall.
Homeland security could kill us all.
My generation is zero.
I never made it as a working class hero.
21st century breakdown.
I once was lost but never was found.
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline.
We are the cries of the class of thirteen.
Born in the era of humility.
We are the desperate and in the decline.
Raised by the bastards of 1969.
My name is 'no-one', the long lost son.
Born on the 4th of July.
Raising the bygones of heroes and cons.
Left me for dead or alive.
There is the war that's inside my head
That questions the results and lies.
While breaking my back til I'm damn near well dead.
When enough ain't enough to survive.
I am a nation, a worker, a pawn.
My debt to the status quo.
The scars on my hands are a means to an end.
It's all that I have to show.
I'm taking a loan on my sanity.
For the redemption of my soul.
Well I am exempt from this tragedy and the 21st century fall.
Praise, Liberty
The freedom to obey
It's a song that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
Oh dream, American dream.
I can't leave and see from rainstorms 'til dawn.
Oh bleed, America bleed.
Believe what you read from heroes and cons.
A welfare child where the teamsters dwell.
The last one born, the first one to run.
My town was blind from the refinery sun.
My generation is zero.
I never made it as a working class hero.
21st century breakdown.
I once was lost but never was found.
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline.
I was made of poison and blood.
Condemnation is what I understood.
From Mexico to the Berlin wall.
Homeland security could kill us all.
My generation is zero.
I never made it as a working class hero.
21st century breakdown.
I once was lost but never was found.
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline.
We are the cries of the class of thirteen.
Born in the era of humility.
We are the desperate and in the decline.
Raised by the bastards of 1969.
My name is 'no-one', the long lost son.
Born on the 4th of July.
Raising the bygones of heroes and cons.
Left me for dead or alive.
There is the war that's inside my head
That questions the results and lies.
While breaking my back til I'm damn near well dead.
When enough ain't enough to survive.
I am a nation, a worker, a pawn.
My debt to the status quo.
The scars on my hands are a means to an end.
It's all that I have to show.
I'm taking a loan on my sanity.
For the redemption of my soul.
Well I am exempt from this tragedy and the 21st century fall.
Praise, Liberty
The freedom to obey
It's a song that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
Oh dream, American dream.
I can't leave and see from rainstorms 'til dawn.
Oh bleed, America bleed.
Believe what you read from heroes and cons.
Graffity
Damn it , i cannot make my own designs its so hard , i am a begginer at this i only write some wall but no more than "toxiko","ser pibe no es delito" or "I.M.M.N es una mierda" meaning: "toxik","been an adolescent is not a crime"(well sort of) "IMMN(my school) is a shit" . ive never make a design in paint just in pencil but they arent still good.. i make a bit of money im gonna buy more paint so i can practice.. i re-start with graffiti after i saw a graffiti when i was in the train.. it was awesome but most important .. ive already see it on tv.. on my favourite programme "paredes que hablan" (walls that talk) and i couldnt believe it so one of these days im gonna go to see it again .. it give me a lot of inspiration and i wont give up til i become da best graffiti painter in my town(i dont expect more of myself)
About someone that you dont care
Well i wanna write a blog , i dont expect no one to see it so i wont break my hands trying to write something interesting im just gonna talk about me , about my likes, my feelings,etc i just want to feel like part of this inmortal collosus called intenet, this will be my escape to the cruel reality of the world so.. well its all for know if someone ever visite my please comment me or shoot yoursel i dont care
P.S: Sorry about my bad english i am argentinian you all americans are lucky bastards.
P.S: Sorry about my bad english i am argentinian you all americans are lucky bastards.
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