Pusieron bakalao todo el rato y Rosa y Belén se piraron, normal.
Primero estuvimos con unos médicos en la latina (juasjuas)
Y no dejé de cantar Héroes del Silencio.
Ahora estoy enferma así que voy a dedicarme a descansar más.
He estado con Aiti, estamos para el arrastre...
Under the arc of a weather stain boards,
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out of the ground, not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows, No one cares, nobody knows.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetery,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetery,
I don't want to live my life again.
Follow Victor to the sacred place,
This ain't a dream, I can't escape,
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,
Spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is bright,
Someone cries, something ain't right.
The moon is full, the air is still,
All of a sudden I feel a chill,
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,
Skeletons dance, I curse this day,
And the night when the wolves cry out,
Listen close and you can hear me shout.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetery,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetery,
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh no
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh oh,
I don't want to live my life again, oh no no no
I don't want to live my life again, oh oh
Pues eso.
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