Show me the dirt pile And I will pray that the soul can take Three stowaways...–
Nacer, envejecer, morir. ¿Por qué yo deberé gemir? ¿Por qué prohibido esta...–
Wrong! I was born with the wrong sign In the wrong house With the wrong ascendancy I took the wrong road That led to the wrong tendencies I was in the wrong place at the wrong time For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme On the wrong day of the wrong week I used the wrong method with the wrong technique Wrong Wrong There’s something wrong with me chemically Something wrong with me...