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Nirvana, On a Plain.


I'll start this off without any words
I got so high that i scratched 'till i bled
I love myself, better than you
You know it's wrong, so what should i do?

The finest day that i ever had
Was when i learned to cry on command

I love myself, better than you
You know it's wrong so what should i do

I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain

My mother dies every night
It's safe to say "Don't quote me on that"

I love myself, better than you
You know it's wrong, so what should i do?

The black sheep got blackmailed again
Forgot to put on the zip code

I love myself, better than you
You know it's wrong so what should i do


Somewhere i have heard this before
In a dream my memory has stored
As a defense i'm neutered and spayed
What the hell am i trying to say?

It is now time to make it unclear
To write down lines that don't make a sense

I love myself better than you
You know it's wrong so what should i do

I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
Mano negra, Indios de Barcelona

Welcome anywhere you come from
you'll loose your ilfe or find a home here
cause some do it right some do it wrong
some they're running their tongues

lot of soul in my block
from st paul to the dock
are you ready to be hurt & shocked ?
barrio chino never fails to rock

los indios del barcelona
son mas indios que los de Arizona !

drink wine, smoke pot, got throught jaco
busca la fortuna, vende tabaco
try your dirty tricks with no shame
you'll pay for them with blood & pain!

hey gringo! if you want kicks tonight
come on! see you down the bar at 9(you too gabacho)
la patchanka's the wild sound
for proud souls & lonely hounds

Cherokees thy are movin'on
up to calle st pau, mascaleron powhou
there's gonna be war in the streets
Gringo better take a trip trip trip