I'm a nut I'm a nut I'm an acorn, small and round Lying on the cold, cold ground That is why I'm cracked you see I'm so nutty, I don't know Why the squirrels love me so I'm descended from an oak Nuts to you, and that's no joke People always step on me.

Open your eyes I'm all a disguise (So good) I'm gonna find some trouble, trouble I'm gonna make some trouble (so good) Never gonna put a spell on me Never ever gonna bring me back Never gonna make me be Tell the people

Pra ela descer, descer Hoje ela perde a linha, hoje ela Hoje ela, hoje ela perde a linha, hoje ela Se tem Chandon, pode descer Se tem tequila, pode descer É mais uma do GG Enche o copo e deixa a birita bater Pra ela descer

The Devil's spawn no longer breathes Descending angels and fallen kings Raise your hands, what do you hold? The Devil's bleeding crown! Falling from the sky, they're cast out from the heaven's light Drenching the soil with blood, baptized in the fire

Your foothills Dry dunes cater for jumping boys From the nape of her neck he made his descent They watched men hurl from rock to sea Like sternum to button, lined lip pinches in between Iris swims quietly beside me Oh the leaves and larger weeds sway and

Descend the shades of night Death shines her golden light Across a blackened sky All our hate is a product of a world Sitting in the empty black The last slivers of dusk have passed Accept the dawn to ease the fear

Into the arms of sorrow Deeper I'm falling Follow me down Blindly descending The echoes of my voice The shadows I cast There must be serenity Imprisoned, inside this mind Hiding behind the empty smiles

Eu quero mexer Gatinha assanhada 'Cê 'tá querendo o quê? Descendo na balada Com o dedinho na boca Ela 'tá pirada E 'tá perdendo a linha Tá perdendo a linha DJ aumenta o som e bota pra fritar

The Devil's spawn no longer breathes Descending angels and fallen kings Raise your hands, what do you hold? The Devil's bleeding crown! Falling from the sky, they're cast out from the heaven's light Drenching the soil with blood, baptized in the fire

Walk the Plank! With your life, you'll pay the price Boots of lead, your blood runs red Time to die, your end is nigh Descend into the black and don't come back The time for execution, a harrowing display For treachery upon the seas has taken place this