The Sporting Life - Diamanda Galás

作曲 : John Paul Jones/Diamanda Galás
I don't like him
Let’s kill him
Did you see how he looked at me?
What?
One way ticket mother****er
Let's **** him first, and then let's kill him
Nah, let’s cut him, and then **** him, and then let's kill him
Nah, let's tie him up and cut him and then let's **** him, and then let's kill him
No, tengo mucha prisa girlfriend
Vamos en tu carro...
¡Dame la gasolina!
Callate buitrita
Esta es la propiedad de Paul
Cortala, cortala, cortala...
¡Venga!
Let's take him out to the ranch, and let the crows have him
Prendele las velas
Oye a la cuеrva, oye a la cuerva
Oh, let's givе him to the crows so I can tie him up there so [?] for a while
Did you hear that?
Ay, que sensitivo ay moroso
Quisiera llorar, quisiera morir mis sentimientos
Alright now tell him don't do that, or into the cup
Turn up the [?] we’re waiting on, Bobby
Come on, let’s ****ing
Oye a la madrina. madrina, madrina, madrina
Quisiera montarlo, montarlo, montarlo
Ojala que no esté chiquito...
Ojala que no esté chiquito...
I bet you know it is, girlfriend
Virgil's ****ing with that tire iron
What? Where is it?
In the back, I dunno
Take a lookie
Take a lookie?
Take a lookie
No hay mucho baby boy
Ok?
We gotta punch you for that
Gonna take you out to the ranch and let crows have you
No, let him go for a minute
And let’s see if it runs far
Ok, you're free to go
You're going [?] Ok?
3 minutes to get outta here
Would ya look at that?
Cut him down, cut him down
No more mister now
That's right baby
Run that stupid
Run that stupid out
Run that stupid out
That’s my baby now
Bow wow, bow wow