Instrumental
- I - Tengo un Dios admirable en los cielos y el amor de su Espiritu Santo por su gracia yo soy hombre nuevo y de gozo se llena mi canto - II -
What makes me think That every day I need a drink Another drop goes down I get that feeling i'm gonna drown Taking off like a plane Heading down the
I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat Comes out of the Virginia swamps Cool and slow with plenty of precision With a back beat narrow and
Father, how long since you have gone Father, this house is not our home anymore It?s in the hands of a bunch of sick dogs The walls infested with flies
CHORUS I'm gonna piss on a hornet's nest I'm gonna piss on a hornet's nest I'm gonna piss on a hornet's nest I hope I don't get stung Everybody's tellin
Hey, hey cowboy, hey cowboy Ain't I seen you hanging around the nashville? Didn't you used to be a packy back in the west end? Is that right, is that
Tengo un Dios admirado en los cielos y el amor de su Espiritu Santo por su gracia yo soy hombre nuevo y de gozo se llena mi canto De su imagen soy un
Straight from these arms, slip the unsurprising victims. Down, comes the sun, in an uninspiring fashion. You'd never let me cut to the chase baby, because
the day is over and still so heavy on the mind: in flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow to join the frowning cactus crowd finding flowers
Mayor Mayor The lawyers are at bay and they have been impregnated by sharks reaching into the cradel Calling for sea sections The insects begin to swarm
Hoping and smoking That's what I keep hoping That broken and smoking That's what I keep coping Gotta wake up and notice Wasp in the Lotus Sweet talk
(Tony Levin, Bill Bruford) (Instrumental)
testa adesso basta! Ho sognato Bruno Vespa che mi offriva un'aragosta questo e solo l'antipasto non c'e fumo senz'arrosto Ho sognato Bruno Vespa scritturava
on leashes behind fences barking Pretty little pillows on floral couches Until our faces all resemble dying roses Stop trying to fix it Patriarch on a Vespa
I?m looking for some comfort here On these golden streets of hell No one seems to notice me Crying through my sunshine shell I?m alone amongst another
tol verano como un carajote, cogiendo avispas metiendolas un bote. Estuve en ibiza una semana donde conoci una jipi que era alemana Ella queria llevarme