queer from el diablo by Mother

I met an old man with a strange disease.
I’m not really sure. Yeah, someone called him Lee.
In front of the junk, he was the fucking king
he was a messiah, crowned by heroin.

He writes on his books a gory creepy life,
He likes “william tell” but he never did the act,
in front of the crowd she’s forcing him to smile,
in front of the crowd he shot her… “Kill your wife!”
He said those words and then he went to sleep.
I don’t understand the answer I received
I don’t really care, that shit was just a dream
i’ll accept all the noise, i’ll call myself the priest

she don’t belong to anyone, except for me

the rotten flowers bloom inside his heart
you’ll find bitter semen on what he left behind
when he was young he was so fucking smart
he was the one who fucked another man

Described as a pig

• Alternative rock
• Punk
• Mexico