otra que Rey Sol Marquesi... un jitazo

Quiero aclarar, antes de copy pastear el texto, que todo esto (over and over) es culpa de Baterflai, que en un post de los suyos, me dejo un juguete peligroso, el Alanis Morisette Lyrics Generator, y gracias al cual he escrito estas 3 canciones 3, que, segun el programita ese, van a ser JITS, sobre todo en Radio Dysney.. aca estàn, dedicadas a la amiga neura, que me soporta desde hace ya demasiado, che.... lean y lloren....

"Why"

Armas, misiles, patriotas
Why God, Why?
Misiles, bushes, yankies
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this blue horror?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of yankies
Like a keats character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

Cities, armas, wars
Why God, Why?
Yankies, wars, patriotas
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this blue disaster that is my life?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of yankies
Like Keats character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this blue misery?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of yankies
Like Keats character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?

"I Think"
I Think armas are really a huge problem
I Think misiles are too much on my mind
I Think patriotas have got a lot to do with
why the world sucks
But what can you do?
Like a blue rain, beating down on me
Like a keats line, which won't let go of my brain
Like mina's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on yankies
Blame it on yankies
Blame it on yankies
I Think Bush are gonna drive us all crazy
And cities make me feel like a child
I Think wars will eventually be the downfall of civilization
But what can you do?
I said what can you do?
Like a blue rain, beating down on me
Like a keats line, which won't let go of my brain
Like mina's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on yankies
Blame it on yankies
Blame it on yankies
Like a blue rain, beating down on me
Like mina's smile, cruel and cold
Like Keats's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on yankies
Blame it on yankies
Blame it on yankies


"Will to Live"

I feel miserable
Armas make me ill
I feel miserable
Misiles tear at my foundations
I feel miserable
Patriotas are dragging me down to the depths of misery
I want to die
Is it because of yankies that I feel this way?
With the blue rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of Keats, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.
George W Broke My Will to Live
George W Broke My Will to Live
George W Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
George W Broke My Will to Live
I feel miserable
Bush rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Cities defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
Wars are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die
Is it because of yankies that I feel this way?
With the blue rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Am I lost in tale of Keats, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.
George W Broke My Will to Live
George W Broke My Will to Live
Oh God, George W Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
George W Broke My Will to Live