It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And my radio's smashed And I like pianos in the evenin' sun Draggin' my heals 'til my day is done Saturday night in the captain's clothes Tender horns blowin' when my jewelry froze Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro I can't believe my way back when My Cadillac pants goin' much to fast Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack Community service and I'm still the mack Shocked my finger, spicin' my hand I've been spreadin' disease all across the land Beautiful air conditioned, sittin' in the kitchen Wishin' I was livin' like a hit man Face down in the guarantees Jaundiced honchos gettin' busy with ease Because I get down, I get down I get down all the way Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro I'm a ass, ass, ass I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm a ass, ass, ass Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders Western Unions of the country westerns Silver foxes looking for romance In the chain smoke Kansas flash dance ass pants And you got the hotwax residues You never lose in your razor blade shoes Stealin' pesos out of my brain Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes Radar systems piercin' the souls You never get caught with the wax so rotten All my days I got the grizzly words Hijacked flavors that I'm flippin' like birds Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro Who are you? I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm Why did you come here? I came here to tell you About the rhythms of the universe © MCA MUSIC PUBLISHING; DUST BROTHERS MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com