1. |
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Just give your trust to POLLO
We milk the Horn of Africa
Trade weapons with Afghanistan
We keep our money in Switzerland
We’re the kings of the rodeo
We’re the lords of the patio
We can cope with hysteria
We’re gonna rule your world
Well deserved!!
Give me all the money now
Well deserved!!
Just give me all the cash
Well deserved!!
Give me all the money now
Well deserved!!
Come on just join us now
We’re the cult that tells you how
The ones who started the fire
We’re gonna live forever
We say who’s gonna be the president
We have our way with the government
Can you cope with punishment?
We’re gonna rule this world
Well deserved!!
Give me all the money now
Well deserved!!
Just give me all the cash
Well deserved!!
Give me all the money now
Well deserved!!
Welcome to the show!
Rollo POLLO show!!
Welcome to the show!!
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It's been a sad sad story for so long
'Bout too many rights and too many wrongs
A broken heart can not get repaired
Whatever others did say or heard
A broken heart in a cold dark town
What's that shit called love they talk all about?
Please let me out
My heart is a mess
I can't fix it
It's not just in my head
My heart is a mess
I can't fix it
Though it is not been said
Oh oh good grief, it's you again
What can a man do with a heart full of pain?
A broken heart in a cold dark town
What's that shit called love they talk all about
Please let me out
My heart is a mess
I can't fix it
It's not just in my head
My heart is a mess
I can't fix it
Though it is not been said
My heart is a mess
I can't fix it
It's not just in my head
My heart is a mess
I can't fix it
Though it is not been said
A broken heart in a cold dark town
What's that shit called love they talk all about
Please let me out
My heart is a mess
I can't fix it
It's not just in my head
My heart is a mess
I can't fix it
Though it is not been said
My heart is a mess
I can't fix it
It's not just in my head
My heart is a mess
I can't fix it
Though it is not been said
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Hey man, oh leave me alone you know
Hey man, oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta
Hey man, I gotta straighten my face
This mellow thighed chick just put my spine outta place
Hey man, my schooldays insane
Hey man, my work's down the drain
Hey man, well she's a total blam-blam
She said she had to squeeze it but she... then she...
Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight... she's all right
Hey man, Henry, don't be unkind, go away
Hey man, I can't take you this time, no way
Hey man, droogie don't crash here
There's only room for one and here she comes, here she comes
Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight... she's all right
Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight... she's all right
A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City
I'm back on Suffragette City, I'm back on Suffragette City
A Sufraggete City, a Suffragette City
A Sufragette City, a Sufragette
Ohhh, Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am!
A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City...
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Well, the summer is here and it's calling me
Like I was in 83
And if you can't learn then you cannot scream
Like a band from SST
And I reach new lows from every town
It's what I used to be
It's time for you and me
To reach new lows
Reach new lows
Reach new lows
Reach new lows
Reach new lows
Well the night is there and it's cold as hell
Line up your enemies
And if it's time to fear, go and fuck, my dear
Steal it from your relatives
And I reach new lows from every town
It's what I used to be
It's time for you and me
To reach new lows
Reach new lows
Reach new lows
Reach new lows
Yeeaaahhh!
Reach new lows
Reach new lows
Reach new lows
Reach new lows
Yeeaaahhhh!!
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Welcome to the best time of my life
The month of may
It’s the universe looking through your window
I can see the nature calling me,
It’s allright,
All the things you say wipe my loneliness away
No one is gonna explain the way I feel
Nothing is so real
Could you bless me
Could you be my guiding star?
Take the fruit and throw the peel away,
It’s never too late to start again,
To be someone else
Life is too short
It’s a blink of an eye
You can’t waste your time
You must grab the chance
You can’t wait until tomorrow
No one is gonna explain the way I feel
Nothing is so real
Could you bless me?
Could you be my star?
Turn on the light, turn on the light,
Connect it
Play the music ‘till you feel alive
Turn on the light, turn on the light,
Connect it
Play the music ‘till it blows your mind
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6. |
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TENGO GANAS DE CAGAR
YA NO ME PUEDO AGUANTAR
ESTO TENGO QUE SOLTAR
¿POR QUÉ ME TUVE QUE CEBAR?
EL CULO ME VA A EXPLOTAR
NO CREO QUE PUEDA LLEGAR
EL SERVIDOR NO ES MAL LUGAR
PARA ESCONDERME A DEFECAR ¡NO!
AL FONDO VEO EL BAÑO YA
SOLO SON 10 METROS MAS
¿QUIEN ES ESE SUBNORMAL?
LE VEO MUY DECIDIDO A ENTRAR
LA PUERTA INTENTO TIRAR
Y EL PESTILLO LE OIGO ECHAR
ME RESIGNO, APRIETO YA
QUE VERGÚENZA VOY A PASAR…
UHH, AHH
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London 1888
Four whores were found dead
Mutilated inside out
They had no way to escape
They came from Hell to rape them
They came from Hell
Let's go!
They thought it was so easy to black mail the House of Lords
Sir William is a broken spirit coming back for more
They came from Hell to rape them
They came from Hell
Let's go!
They came from Hell to rape them
They came from Hell
Let's go!
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8. |
ESC Life - Vacation
03:04
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I think I need a vacation
And sweet constructive boredom
And a weird sleep cycle
Cause I know where this weight comes from
And when I dream I dream of numbers
Nothing fun or artlike
Only devils and demons
And whatever's on my bank account
Here's to vacations
I think I need bad weather
To lock me up inside
With smooth jazz selection
And Criterion Collection
And when I dream I dream of numbers
Nothing fun or artlike
Only devils and demons
And whatever's on my bank account
Here's to vacations
Let's crack one open for
Inactivity
Where I don't have a smartphone
In my vicinity
Only cheap cider and
Talk about nothing and
A lack of clothing
And you
Let's crack one open for
Inactivity
Where I don't have a smartphone
In my vicinity
Only cheap cider and
Talk about nothing and
A lack of clothing
And you
And you
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9. |
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Abiertas las puertas del templo,
rápido, toma tu asiento,
tienes corriendo en tu contra el tiempo,
¡cómo lo siento!
Ingresa en mi cuenta tu último aliento,
creyendote el prota del cuento,
entrega tu alma y tu cuerpo.
Como te lo cuento…
Y ¿el pecado soy yo?
Serás el ejemplo de mi Testamento,
un solo intento.
Toda una vida pa hacer lo correcto.
Ni Causa y ni efecto. En efecto.
Padre que nunca está. Hijo que os va a salvar.
Y ¿el pecado soy yo?.
Alegre iconódulo, ve hacia el trampolín,
no pierdas la esperanza, cuidarán de tí.
Tragandote el cuento.
Ideas que se instalan de tanto insistir,
la única esperanza es salir de aquí.
Como te lo cuento
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10. |
The Sobers - I Verra**
00:36
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Don’t understand your words
Do you want me to go
Can’t wait to feel that emotion
Don’t understand your words
I think it’s time to go
My life hangs only by a thread
And I’m crashing down
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11. |
Klüte - Bigger
02:43
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Something happens
Something you don’t know
Don’t you feel it
It´s bigger than you and me
So let it run
So let it run
So let it run once more
And now anything
that you did
You will carry
And now anything
that you did
You will carry
And now any crime, any lie that you think
Everything falls back to what you used to be
I´m just waiting
Waiting for the sounds
It´s so magical
It´s the same nice song
So let it run
So let it run
So let it run once more
And now anything
that you did
You will carry
And now anything
that you did
You will carry
And now any crime, any lie that you think
Everything falls back to what you used to be
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Tired of working in this shitty place
Mud and sweat all over my face
Don’t shout at me, I’m not your slave
This power plant is a living hell
Hold me down ‘cause I’m out of control
Hold me down ‘cause I’m out of control
There’s a workman hanging on a fan
It just makes me wanna cry
My boss is a bitch, she looks so bad
Think I’m gonna rip her ass
Hold me down ‘cause I’m out of control
Hold me down ‘cause I’m out of control
Hold me down ‘cause I’m out of control, gonna explode!
Orellana’s no fun (ooooh ooooh)
Orellana’s no fun (ooooh ooooh)
Orellana’s no fun (ooooh ooooh)
Orellana’s no fun, no fucking fun!
Tired of working in this shitty place
Mud and sweat all over my face
My boss is a bitch, she looks so bad
Think I’m gonna rip her ass
Hold me down ‘cause I’m out of control
Hold me down ‘cause I’m out of control
Hold me down ‘cause I’m out of control, gonna explode!
Orellana’s no fun (ooooh ooooh)
Orellana’s no fun (ooooh ooooh)
Orellana’s no fun (ooooh ooooh)
Orellana’s no fun, no fucking fun!
Orellana’s no fun
Orellana’s no fun
Orellana’s no fun
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13. |
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Fernández Díaz, mártir y señor
Le daba al sexo duro, lo llevaba en su interior
En la cabeza Dios y en la mano una fusta
El látex estiliza su figura
Desde el tacón de aguja todo se verá mejor
Se puso el Strap-On, y en la mano la biblia
Mataba por su patria y por un aro en el pezón
Su ley y su mordaza; instrumentos de dolor
Y ésto parece ser el siglo XVI
Salíos de la raya y ya veréis
Y es que todo va bien
Ya sabéis el porque
Es el súmmum del bienestar
No perdamos la fe
Por tu seguridad
Cuidado que vienen los grises
No protestes, no insistas
No te expreses, no pienses
Y cuidado con lo que habléis, leáis o escribáis
Somos su fetiche favorito
Sonido celestial
Marcelo ya está aquí
Tu ángel de la guarda
Quien cuidará de ti
Te ayuda a aparcar
Te arropa con amor
Te graba Águila Roja
Y te canta ésta canción
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I can't remember since the last time we ever met,
Like nobody knows
Right from the start, coming clean in misconception
You were mainly my best friend
Could we live like those things never happened?
Don't ask me why
Keeping our friendship is so important for us
Don't ask me why
this will stay between you and I
And I might say
making others opinons so relevant
was a world of doom and self-destruction
In my dismay
where everything looked a little different,
better wave that shit goodbye
Could we live like those things never happened?
Don't ask me why
Keeping our friendship is so important for us
Don't ask me why
this will stay between you and I
I won't stand a chance, that time together that we spent
But everything must come to an end
I won't stand a chance, that time together that we spent again
But everything must come to an end
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Nacho no nos viene a saludar por dar tanta,
ni tabaco se acerca a pedir.
A Abel solicitamos su compañía y su amistad...
¿Cuanta hay que dar?
Cuando nos ve por Churruca, el tipo cruza la acera.
Ahora que sale por la tele, no lleva el vaso vacío.
Lo suyo es crear escuela, lo nuestro andar en vespino.
El caso es que sin quererlo, vamos a coger su sitio.
Nacho!!! "Churruca 20" patrullando.
Nacho!!! Por el "Bizarre" paseando.
Nacho!!! En el "Mogambo" vigilando.
Nacho!!! "Curruca 20" to´ boracho.
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16. |
Salvaje - Black Tea
03:27
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I can feel the black outside
5 am, hurting
standing up for a few bucks
the lights are fading
boiled water
empty cup
a tea bag inside
the doomsday starts
black tea keeps me warm
turning on my body parts, ready for some action
black tea keeps me warm
black tea is my saviour
exhausted faces all around
partners working, it's now our turn
the robots are laughing at us
all workers parading
for a while we want to die
unsttoping the machines rhythm
through the window seeing outside
the black thing is coming
this place smells like death
smells like poison
this place smells like death
it stinks like you
this place is like a drill
through your brain
this place is nothing more than
suffering and pain
I can't stand it (x3)
anymore
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Girl you know you’ve always been my best friend
Feeling tired of starting all over again
This is a mess and I feel so blue
Don’t understand what’s going on with you
Can’t get out of this maze
That’s what I say
What do you have to say
Let’s see the children play
Do what you have to do
Right now!!
Here I am, I think about you all the time
And I just can’t get you out of my mind
I bang my head against the floor
Darling you know I can’t stand it anymore
Sometimes life’s a real bitch
That’s what I say
What do you have to say
Let’s see the children play
Do what you have to do
Step into something new
I love you I need you
I love you all the time
I love you I need you
Me and my broken heart
I’m ok
Tell me how it feels
I am just like you
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18. |
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I wrote this song for you
Hey babe, it’s only you
I have some burgers hot and good
Cheese, vegan, veggie what you want
Tomatoes, onions and some gravy
I have to say you’re looking tasty
I wrote this song for you
Hey girl, it’s only you
I have some burgers hot and good
Cheese, vegan, veggie what you want
Tomatoes, onions and some gravy
I have to say you’re looking tasty
I have some burgers hot and good
Cheese, vegan, veggie what you want
Tomatoes, onions and some gravy
I have to say you’re looking tasty
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19. |
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Lift me up, lift me up, no, no, no
Don't go high, don't go low
Wake me up, shake me up, please don't go
Why cut me off, cause you are...
Cool in my book,
Like a writing on the wall, you never know
Will it stay there too long
Or fade out in a flash
You're cool in my book
Fooled me then, fool me now, I don't care
I will never be prepared
Spike the punch, make the waves, life's not fair
Why cut me off, cause you are...
Cool in my book,
Like a writing on the wall, you never know
Will it stay there too long
Or fade out in a flash
you're cool in my book
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You walk alone a lonely road under the sun
Road to nowhere
The lonely guy with crying eyes, they tell no lies
Tired of fighting
And I know
It's the wrong way
But I know you deserve something more
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
But you don't need to apologize
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
But you don't need to apologize
But you don't need to apologize
Apologize!
Don't you worry about tomorrow
Don't you worry
Don't you worry about tomorrow
Don't you worry
And I know
It's the wrong way
But I know you deserve something more
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
But you don't need to apologize
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
But you don't need to apologize
But you don't need to apologize
Apologize!
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21. |
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I hear my song on the radio
Cakes and coffee, and no place to go
Looking forward to the time I’ll see you
On this perfect day
Candy floss, may I see your smile?
Hops and flowers and a butterfly
Looking forward to the time I’ll meet you
On this perfect day
When you come, everything’s for real
You will never guess the way I feel
Looking forward to the time I’ll see you
On this perfect day
Live today and forget the past
You should know it could be the last
Looking forward to the time I’ll greet you
On this perfect day
How long will it take to get you by my side?
The perfect love, the perfect song, the perfect day...
Under the summer sky
With flaming lips
You start to kiss me once again
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22. |
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I'm infected with the AIDS
I fuck every day
I kill everything I fuck
I'm infected with the AIDS
I fuck every day
I kill everything I fuck
I fill you up with my disease
Contaminate you with deadly needs
My loaded cock is like a gun
I'm a walking time bomb killing everyone
DIE!
I'm infected with the AIDS
I fuck every day
I kill everything I fuck
I'm infected with the AIDS
I fuck every day
I kill everything I fuck
Let me be your stiff hard fuck
Cram your cunt with poisonous cock
Your hairy cunt will be my aim
Deadly penetration is my game
DIE!
Drenched in my fluids you'll never know
I plant the seed of death untold
Before I die, I hope I do
Kill many more, as I've killed you
DIE!
I'm infected with the AIDS
I fuck everyday
I'm infected with the AIDS
I fuck everyday
I'm infected with the AIDS
I fuck everyday
I'm infected with the AIDS
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23. |
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You and your kind
You like to twist and shout
And I like it whispered in my ear
One comrade's passion is another one's aggression
So now please
Close without banging
No
Don't leave a light on
In case you haven't learned I like sitting in the dark
See you sometime on the western side of the wall
Now please
Close without banging
Now that you've given up
Don't you dare and change your mind about it
Now when you've wasted all my time
I guess you've had enough of a groundhog day
You can't get out of
Please give it back, it's mine
No
I'm not the A side of 'Heroes'
I'm its quiet counterpart
There's a ball of dust on the needle and the record's run its course
Now please
Close without banging
Leave nothing hanging
Now please
Close without banging
Now that you've given up
Don't you dare and change your mind about it
Now when you've wasted all my time
I guess you've had enough of a groundhog day
You can't get out of
Please give it back, it's mine
Now that you've given up
Don't you dare and change your mind about it
Now when you've wasted all my time
I guess you've had enough of a groundhog day
You can't get out of
Please give it back, it's mine
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24. |
The Sobers - Shitty Halo
01:58
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Don’t need to know
What are your expectations
I wanna go
Without your contradictions
I don’t care what you think of me
Don’t care about your jealousy
Don’t want to follow
Your bad opinions
Your shitty halo
Is killing me right now
I’m getting rid of your advice
Just give me silence
You’re killing me right now
Now I’m gone
I want to have my time
Now I’m gone
Stepped away from your pride
Now I’m gone
I want to have my time
Now I’m gone
Stepped away from your pride
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25. |
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Tú que todo lo tienes oscuro en este zulo, la claridad te ofrece un hueco en la habitación. Tú, sal por esa puerta, la sombra es el peligro, ese reflejo de la mente una distracción. Sal fuera. Helada y solitaria, Sin palabras, con esa labia. Dejó de insistir. Que no te conmueva. Tú te puedes ir, el resto se queda. ¡Fuera de este cuerpo! Sal fuera. Helada y solitaria. Dejó de existir, que salga quien pueda. Tú te puedes ir, el tacto se queda. ¡Fuera de este cuerpo!
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26. |
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Cuando nos fuimos de casa
No lo habíamos pensado bien
Te vuelves medio majara
Cada vez que pillas la sartén
Se me quema siempre todo
Y llevo la ropa del revés
Pero al menos estás tú
Para ir conmigo a Carrefour
Dormiremos siempre juntos
Y me fumare tu aliento
Al despertar
Nada puede ser mejor...
Que estar los dos, ¡qué horror!
Yo no sé limpiar un baño
Y a ti planchar no se te da bien
Todos mis polos están arrugados
Y se ha vuelto a quemar la sartén
Las diez y acabo de llegar
Ya no tengo ganas de follar
Dormiremos siempre juntos
Y me fumare tu aliento
Al despertar
Nada puede ser mejor...
Que estar los dos, ¡qué horror!
Juntos
Y me fumare tu aliento
Al despertar
Nada puede ser mejor...
Que estar los dos, ¡qué horror!
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27. |
Klüte - If You****
02:31
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If you want to grow up
take it hard babe
take it slow
if the place you wanna go
it´s so far away from home
let´s go together
not alone
it`s so easy to find...
in the highway of life
ridding so fast...
If you want to grow up
take it hard babe
take it slow
if the place you wanna go
it´s so far away from home
let´s go together
not alone
it`s so easy to find...
in the highway of life
ridding so fast...
it`s so easy to find...
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