Album by Campesinos!, Los
Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By Campesinos!, Los, One, two, three, four, five, six... It's bad enough you ever
By Campesinos!, Los, Me, in your back garden With my Walkman tucked inside my
By Campesinos!, Los, One! Two! Three! Four! One! Two! Three! Four! One! Two! Three! Four! Any
By Campesinos!, Los, Broken down like a war economy Father Führer, don't be mad
By Campesinos!, Los, We know that we could sell your magazines If only you
By Campesinos!, Los, You expected my war diaries But time ran out and I,
By Campesinos!, Los, And every sentence that I spoke began and ended in
By Campesinos!, Los, You said "send me stationary to make me horny" So I
By Campesinos!, Los, Oh, when the smaller picture's the same as the bigger picture
By Campesinos!, Los, I hate the stench of coffee on your breath And I
By Campesinos!, Los, I was sick in my mouth because of the fear
By Campesinos!, Los, The beats, yeah, they were coming out the speakers and