Number of Lyrics in Album : 9
By Desaparecidos, propped up at the pulpit
a speech to please the
By Desaparecidos, Well traffic is kind of bad
they're widening easy
street to
By Desaparecidos, the man at the bank said, "oh lets not talk
By Desaparecidos, They say its murder on your folk career
to make
By Desaparecidos, It's night, but I can't stay asleep
Like you do straight
By Desaparecidos, I'm growing out my hair like it was when I
By Desaparecidos, What you learned
what you read in their books
all they
By Desaparecidos, He hides in his suit like a snake in the
By Desaparecidos, want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live