Reclamatório do Thiers

Nirvana Sell the kids for food Weather changes moods Spring is here again Reproductive glands Hey!! He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Don't know what it means, when I say: He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means when I say yeaaahh ... We can have some more Nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit Tender age in bloom Hey!! He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Don't know what it means, when I say: He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means when I say aahh ... He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to sho...

Nirvana & David Bowie We passed upon the stairs, we spoke Of was and when Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago Oh no, not me. I never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home I searched from form and land, for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazely stare at all the millins here We must have died alone, a long long time ago Who knows? Not me We never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world