作曲 : Swalinkavich | |
There was Zombi, there was Chino | |
There was Jimmy and Chiarakaparos | |
We agreed to split the stuff up | |
At a Mexican funeral in Paris | |
Don Alvaro, Jose Sanchez | |
Bathed in Holy water | |
Said a silent adios to his lovely daughters | |
To his sons and to the killers | |
A scar, tattoo, a blood line scorned | |
Revenge the only game | |
Father McGreer arrived with the gear | |
Had a chat and a bit of a smoke | |
He initiated me into | |
The Church of the Holy Spook | |
He said, "Death will follow anywhere | |
Until it's found its plan" | |
Then he laughed and waved goodbye | |
And said, "Stay lucky while you can" | |
Machine gun fire split the silent | |
Softness of the day | |
Five wetback jerks in tuxes | |
Got fucking blown away | |
I thought I was Chiarakaparos | |
First time I've been | |
Maybe not the last | |
To a Mexican funeral in Paris |
zuo qu : Swalinkavich | |
There was Zombi, there was Chino | |
There was Jimmy and Chiarakaparos | |
We agreed to split the stuff up | |
At a Mexican funeral in Paris | |
Don Alvaro, Jose Sanchez | |
Bathed in Holy water | |
Said a silent adios to his lovely daughters | |
To his sons and to the killers | |
A scar, tattoo, a blood line scorned | |
Revenge the only game | |
Father McGreer arrived with the gear | |
Had a chat and a bit of a smoke | |
He initiated me into | |
The Church of the Holy Spook | |
He said, " Death will follow anywhere | |
Until it' s found its plan" | |
Then he laughed and waved goodbye | |
And said, " Stay lucky while you can" | |
Machine gun fire split the silent | |
Softness of the day | |
Five wetback jerks in tuxes | |
Got fucking blown away | |
I thought I was Chiarakaparos | |
First time I' ve been | |
Maybe not the last | |
To a Mexican funeral in Paris |
zuò qǔ : Swalinkavich | |
There was Zombi, there was Chino | |
There was Jimmy and Chiarakaparos | |
We agreed to split the stuff up | |
At a Mexican funeral in Paris | |
Don Alvaro, Jose Sanchez | |
Bathed in Holy water | |
Said a silent adios to his lovely daughters | |
To his sons and to the killers | |
A scar, tattoo, a blood line scorned | |
Revenge the only game | |
Father McGreer arrived with the gear | |
Had a chat and a bit of a smoke | |
He initiated me into | |
The Church of the Holy Spook | |
He said, " Death will follow anywhere | |
Until it' s found its plan" | |
Then he laughed and waved goodbye | |
And said, " Stay lucky while you can" | |
Machine gun fire split the silent | |
Softness of the day | |
Five wetback jerks in tuxes | |
Got fucking blown away | |
I thought I was Chiarakaparos | |
First time I' ve been | |
Maybe not the last | |
To a Mexican funeral in Paris |