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All Around The World

Did the Roman thing last year in Rome
Baby, don’t you know?
Walk the streets of Paris on my own
C’était très bon
 
Drinking margheritas back in Mexico
Been spending all my money down in Monaco
That’s right, ain’t no high-class living
 
Sitting in a bar, wanna be all alone
Meeting lots of people I don’t wanna know
That’s right, baby I have been
 
All around the world
Looking for someone to take me ’round the world
Just take me tonight
 
All around the world
I can see the starlight when I’m in your world
I’m feeling alive
 
Whoa, whoa, oh whoa…
I, I’m feeling, ah, alive
Whoa, whoa, oh whoa…
I, I’m feeling, ah, alive
 
Hit the clubs in Tokyo one by one
That’s how it’s done
Then December in the Rio sun
I’ve had my fun
 
Drinking margheritas back in Mexico
Been spending all my money down in Monaco
That’s right, baby I have been
 
All around the world
Looking for someone to take me ’round the world
Just take me tonight
 
All around the world
I can see the starlight when I’m in your world
I’m feeling alive
 
Whoa, whoa, oh whoa…
I, I’m feeling, ah, alive
Whoa, whoa, oh whoa…
I, I’m feeling, ah, alive
 
I’ve been all around the world
I’ve been all around the world
Yeah, I’ve been all around the world
I’ve been all around the world
 
All around the world
Looking for someone to take me ’round the world
Just take me tonight
 
All around the world
I can see the starlight when I’m in your world
I’m feeling alive
 
Whoa, whoa, oh whoa…
I, I’m feeling, ah, alive
Whoa, whoa, oh whoa…
I, I’m feeling, ah, alive
 

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Play the Green Day Quiz
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Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour.
Say oh no.
Do you brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well.
The well that inebriates the guilt.
1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4.

Cold turkey's getting stale, tonight I'm eating crow.
Fermented salmonella poison oak no

There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating.
My tongue is swelling up, as say 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4.
Troubled times, you know I can not lie.
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride.

There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating.
My tongue is swelling up, I say shit!

Troubled times, you know I can not lie.
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride.

I'm hitchin' a ride.
I'm hitchin' a ride.
I'm hitchin' a ride.
I'm hitchin' a ride.
I'm hitchin' a ride.
I'm hitchin' a ride.
I'm hitchin' a ride.

Bloodflood Pt. II

Heat shimmers
Hips quiver
Open smother
Lipped lover
 
Dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M-O-N
Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys
Soon become Mandela Men
 
Razor blades on a melted toothbrush
Assassin de la police
 
Heat shimmers
Silky glistener
Open smother
Lipped lover
 
Dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M-O-N
Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys
Soon become Mandela Men
 
Silent knife, unholy knife
I’ve fallen for the black outside my window
 
On the C-O-double-M-O-N
On the C-O-double-M-O-N
 
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart
 
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart
 
(Quelea, quelea
Quelea, quelea
Quelea, quelea
Quelea, quelea)
 

El balneario de los doctores crotos

Aia ia io pague io
Aia ia io pague
 
Iba confiado el linyera a la playa
donde ninguno se baña, sabes
salud querida, querida eminencia
la diferencia esta en el jackel.
Es conocida la vida de este croto
su nombre es Iseka e ignora la ley
lo indemnizaron con unos porotos
se volvió loco y dice que es Baley.
 
(En esta casa están todos locos)
 
Algunos dicen que era maestro
otros afirman que era doctor
no hubo dinero para su genio
la cretinada privatizo.
Ahora la yuta a veces lo encierra
y escucha la lucha del Globo Campeón
el profesor y arquero Iseka
seca su frente y renuncia al dolor.
 
Dale a tus ojos rojos para que baile
para que baile siempre el gran corazón...
 
El sol corona de espinas de oro
la playa roñosa al amanecer
mira, los crotos fuman fasos rotos
se ríen y toman un mate también
A veces gritan, escupen, putean,
se quejan, les pegan, se dejan de joder
después se toman un vino en la arena
se duermen sin pena hasta el amanecer.
El croto no es dueño del tinto que toma,
de la nafta que lo lleva, ni del camión, ni del tren,
ni del pucho que se fuma, ni de la lampara que le cuelga,
ni del gas, ni del agua, ni del querosen,
ni las gallinas, las vacas, la tierra, las latas,
ni de los aviones que ve,
las rutas que recorre, teléfonos que ignora,
ni de las voces en la radio, ni las noticias de ayer.
 

Joy

“I know now that your heart is mine
Still the truth that you keep inside
Makes me cry
Though you say we have no time,
I will spread my wings and fly”

She goes away
Out in the rain
And into the night
Though you bleed, doesn’t mean you’re alive

So stern in her youth daring the gods
Filled by the dreadful winds, so out of touch
The words so humble, the music so loud
My song an unfaithful shroud

She goes away
Out in the rain
And into the night
Though you bleed, doesn’t mean you’re alive

And all the walls will seem so low
“Tell me, please, something that I don’t know”