Из альбома: Live From The Pharmacy
when will my ship come in? man I really gotta know
cause I'm tired at living at the Y with 50 other guys
that smell like frenchmen
necesidad un bistek salvar al dia
my life's been such a wreck, there's no aces, no aces in my deck
I'm starting to believe that my ship is make believe
lights out at ten
necesidad un bistek slavar al dia
everyday I try so hard I ain't never got a card for my b-day
if I ever make it, I'll broil, saute, or bake it. give me steak
necesidad un bistek salvar al dia
gozar su comida