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Aurelio Voltaire - Projekt 200 - Day of the Dead
Projekt 200
Disc 1
01. Across a Thousand Blades (2007)
02. Our Corner Drowning (1991)
03. Desert
04. A Girl Called Harmony
05. Your Eyes Immaculate
06. Write in Water
07. The Waiting Hour (Once Again)
08. All I Have Left
09. Soaked and Captured
10. The Solitary Pilgrim
11. When You’re Evil
12. Taqaharu’s Leaving
Disc 2
01. Day of the Dead
02. Wicked Days
03. Comfort in Angel’s Wings
04. For a Moment (Goodbye mix)
05. Human Shell
06. Cayman
07. She’s Got a Halo
08. In Hollywood Tonight
09. My Virgin Widows
10. Empty Universe
11. The Door of Serenity
12. Occupying Force
13. I Strike You Down
Disc 3
01. Spring Music
02. The Sky Below
03. Breath of Closure
04. The World Turns Around in a Sea of Bliss
05. Pod Two
06. In the Eyes of Noche
07. Seven
I was just a tourist the first
Time I went to Mexico
I was a stranger in danger in a world unknown
A clap of thunder and the
Ground around me did explode
And evil skeletons in dozens came
Out from that hole
Why? No lie it was the Day of the Dead
Did you hear what I just said?
Oh oh oh, I didn't even know
It was the Day of the Dead
I try not to lose my head
Oh oh oh, way down in Mexico
The place was jumping with the
Reapers swaying to and fro
An evil skeleton made off
With my beef burrito
They opened the Pinata and a swarm
Of bats went up my nose
I lost all bowel control and knew
That it was time to go
Why? No lie it was the Day of the Dead
Did you hear what I just said?
Oh oh oh, I didn't even know
It was the Day of the Dead
I try not to lose my head
Oh oh oh, way down in Mexico
The locals tell me not to fear
It happens at least once a year
When hell is full
The dead will walk the earth and
Apparently, they come up here for the beer
Why? No lie it was the Day of the Dead
Did you hear what I just said?
Oh oh oh, I didn't even know
It was the Day of the Dead
I try not to lose my head
Oh oh oh, way down in Mexico
Día de los Muertos, cien calacas vió
Oh oh oh, y el gringo se asustó
Día de los Muertos, el cabrón se arrugó
Oh oh oh, aquí en Mexico
Corre, carajo
Que los muertos 'tán en la calle