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segunda-feira, 10 de março de 2025
Faith No More - Superhero
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go
A superhero
I'm tugging on your cape
Tell me will your sons
Know their father one day
Leader of men
Leader of men
Get back in your cage
Will you be one of them?
Like an American drug
Makes a mean cock grow
Turns a coward to a priest
Makes a superman of you
Go go go go
Go go go
With the S on your chest
You're feeling like a god
An order of animal
We try to find a ride
Superhero, sensei, Nero, smiling, hiding, riding, flying, sumo, charring, falling, burning
Leader of men
Leader of men
Get back in your cage
Ain't no grave gonna' hold this body down
The sunrise is here to save us now
All myths are erased
Storybook ends
Sweet memories
Wash it away
Wash it away
Wash it away
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go!
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men
Will you be one of them?
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men
Will you be one of them?
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men
Will you be one of them?
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men
Will you be one of them?
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men
Will you be one of them?
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go
segunda-feira, 14 de março de 2022
Faith No More - Rise Of The Fall
Rise and fall
Through it all
An olympus of friends
Highs and lows
And the broken prose
And our losses we'll weigh
Game on
Buildings fall
But we're standing tall
Where only chimneys remain
Beg for law
With a crying jaw
Like a jungle in flames
Game on
Gravity
It pulls our waves
And it creates
Monuments of flame
Every house in town
Burn it down
Burn it all down
Burn, burn, down, down...
Coming
The moments grow weak
Coming
With gloves at your throat
Burn it
Into the grave
Burn it
The freedom with heat
Burn it
Electrical thing
Burn it
Smell the white flame
Burn it
Smell the white flame
Burn it
Smell your filthy life
Burning!
What in this life
Lifts us up so high
Down to this campfire?
Around the coast
To the junkyards
When will I see you again?
segunda-feira, 25 de junho de 2018
Faith No More - Matador
When your suits took over me
A future shadow
He boasted and sang to me
Farewell, so long
I'll awake you
From this living sleep
We'll walk the shore
Where you were born
In bed with me
Pull the white sheet off your face
March forward my son
A battle beyond frozen years
Only for dogs ears
We will rise
From the killing floor
Like a Matodor
A stained glass of bovine eyes
Can see right through
Every tombstone lie
Let us retrace every step
Out of this world, and every ditch
We will be when you will be no more
No more.
Be no more.
Stained glass up a hangman's ass.
We served you well, now we're coming back.
Out of the wait across this ghost
We'll jump the gates
And live to rise. We will rise.
We will rise from the killing floor
Like a Matador.
Let the dead live.
May the dead live.
And the dead live.
What more can we give.
Let the dead live.
May the dead live.
And the dead live.
Dead live.
sexta-feira, 11 de março de 2016
Faith No More - Motherfucker
Force fed more than we eat in the wild
Grazed on a mash that can suffocate a child
Bloated, promoted in an ode to pomped style
Moistened in the feed while we’re choke upon the bile
Corner in the market on the geese without the bones
Hushing out the public in a strike without a drone
The cage became collapsable
Our sticks equipped with stones
Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone
Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone
Hello Motherfucker
My lover
You saw it coming
Set aside the scruples in a stratagem of strain
A smallpox-laden blanket, invisible with stains
Inoculated bastards, bloody pecked pain
Distemper has a hold, distemper has a hold
We took a second sip from a cup we made of bones
The first it was a ruse, a trick so aptly thrown
The truth is that our youth was a carpet laid with stones
Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone
Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone
Hello Motherfucker
My lover
You saw it coming
Goodbye Motherfucker
My lover
You had it coming
Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone
Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone
sábado, 20 de fevereiro de 2016
Faith No More - Cone Of Shame
I'd like to peel the skin off
This winter day
I'd like to burn the hair off
This summer fling
What love can do when love's lost
Grow overweight
And smile as if
There's nothing left to say
Wear the cone of shame
Town is quiet now
Like it's holding its breath
Stone marks the spot
You know who you are
They outlined it in chalk
Word to the wise
And the barman calls time
I'd like to peel your skin off
So I can see what you really think
Or if there is anything
Under that cone of shame
I'd like to strip the bone off
So I can see how you're really made
And see how you really take
Your special pleasure
I'd like to pull your wings off
Read your lines like a gypsy
Just as lonely as anything
So infinite
Cone of shame covering all
You're only happy when you're pissing me off
Cone of shame covering all
I'm only happy when I'm pissing you off
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