Gas Station
SILVIA MACHETE, ALBERTO CONTINENTINO
It's true
the gas station
such an attraction
around the nation
Light it up
To match desastre
fooled by fiction
Blown action
Smells like hell
the pump the ice
I'm the bitch
On your device
impossible
not washable
Im burnt
And crippled
Don't stand a chance
I feel the ripples
feet and toes
And on my Niples
Below de waist
What's the taste
Can we reach time
i'm in the middle of the cake
I'm the filling your bitte can't take
Im in the centre
I don't surrender
I'm the good part
I'm the good part