Her lipstick stains like acid rain Dissolving away my sense of restraint The streetlamps burned through the cloak of the fog So come to me So come for me Concealing the violence, I've been stung by the wasp No sense of restraint I've been stung by the

I'm at a loss for words, I'm at a loss for words Even Da Vinci couldn't paint you Rosetta Stone could not translate you I couldn't put it in a novel I wrote a page, but it was awful Now I just want to sing your gospel Stephen Hawking can't explain you I

Nobody wanna see us together But it don't matter no 'Cause I got you 'Cause I got you babe Cause I got you babe Fight for our right to love yeah Konvict Konvict

Dall'altra parte della strada Hey man, che cammini come me Hey man, vieni e canta insieme a me Hey fratello di una notte d'estate Ci facciamo un po' compagnia? Da questa parte della strada Che ci facciamo compagnia Ho sei cose nella mente E tu non ci sei

E aí, quando vai deixar de sofrer? Chega de se esconder por trás da maquiagem Chega de esconder atrás de um copo de whisky Por trás desse sorriso, tem uma pessoa triste Eu sei, te conheço tão bem Homem que ama a mulher Não borra o seu rímel Ele borra o

Dem call mi di ravin king Touch a Smudge gyal a, show mi love And a tell mi mi sweet like fudge Gal dem a wine pon me, yeah A wi hav the style weh dem love Dem watch wi like MTV Him seh party shot, like one M-16 Him seh party shot, like one STD Him seh

Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me The shades go down Alone, listless Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl, violence Center of her own attention The mother reads aloud, child tries to

(Money and the fame) Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low Won't somebody tell me where to go, please cause I don't know I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into

Allez allez allez Dis moi qui est le plus beau Tout est beau Tout est rose Quitte à devenir mégalo Viens donc chatouiller mon ego Laisse moi entrer dans ta matrice

Picnic en el 4ºB Ya me acostumbraste Es una cuestión de voltaje Hay una que no puede parar De hablar de caviar Y el solo piensa en comer Su fruta prohibida Mi majestad se ha perdido Entre una multitud