My Chemical RomanceComposição: Bob Dylan They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied To the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row
Cinderella she seems so easy "It takes one to know one" she smiles And puts her hands in her back Pockets Betty Davis style And in comes Romeo he's moaning "You belong to me I believe" And someone says "You're in the wrong place my friend You better leave" And the only sound that's left After the ambulances goes Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row
Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row
Right now I can't read too good Don't send me no more letters no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row
O meu furão na tua ratazana Chupa na banana dá-me o ananas Se es boa na cama pela frente ou por tras, pela frente ou por tras E um ananas nao e uma BANANA E uma babana nao e um ANANAS Por isso vamos os dois ali para tras, O meu furão na tua ratazana Chupa na banana dá-me o ananas Se es boa na cama pela frente ou por tras.
Bem se estiver errado deve ser uma coisa minima ;)
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