Velhas Virgens

Já dizia o Raul

Você pode travar e viajar pela noite adentro
Você pode cair na sargeta pro cachorro lamber sua boca

Você pode ser o bêbado que quiser
Mas garrafa de bebida não é mulher
Nao dá pra transar com o gargalo o buraquinho é muito apertado

Você pode mijar sentado porque não da pra mijar em pé
Você pode abraçar os postes e dizer boa noite pros gatos

Mas por mais que vc caia no chão
Você não deve beijar o balcão
Diga a todos que você está bom mas não se engane não cante o garçom...

Ja dizia o Raul, vai e faz o que queres
Pra beber eu prefiro cerveja
Mas pra comer, eu prefiro as mulheres

Nao vá na conversa das Velhas
Com esse papo de só pra te comer
Você vai se divertir um bocado
Mas no final nada vai acontecer

Encher a cara é sempre gostoso
Beba mas não fique perdido
Cante as meninas com algum romantismo
Senão você não come ninguém

Ja dizia o Raul, vai e faz o que queres
Pra beber eu prefiro cerveja
Mas pra comer, eu prefiro as mulheres

Ja dizia o Raul, vai e faz o que queres
Pra beber eu prefiro cerveja
Mas pra comer, eu prefiro as mulheres

E fim de papo

Ha qto tempo....

...po faz tempo que não posto aqui hein... e o pior é que não esqueci não, é que não tenho nada pra escrever ...

Calmae que vou colocar um texto legal, fiquem vendo aí acima

Hugs

Die With Your Boots On - Maiden

Yeahhh if you're gonna die, man die with your boots on

Another Prophet of Disaster
Who says the ship is lost
Another Prophet of Disaster
Leaving you to count the cost
Taunting us with Visions
Afflicting us with fear
Predicting War for millions
In the hope that one appears

No point asking when it is
No point asking who's to go
No point asking what's the game
No point asking who's to blame
'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die
'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die

If you're gonna die, die with your boots on
If you're gonna try, just stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, if you're gonna die

In 13 the Beast is Rising
The Frenchman did surmise
Through earthquakes and starvation
The Warlord will arise
Terror, Death, Destruction
Pour from the Eastern sands
But the truth of all predictions
Is always in your hands

No point asking when it is
No point asking who's to go
No point asking what's the game
No point asking who's to blame
'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die
'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die

If you're gonna die, die with your boots on
If you're gonna try, just stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, if you're gonna die

Up The Irons Brothers

Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf

Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild

BE WILD FRIENDS

FOR THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK, WE SALUTE YOU

We roll tonight to the guitar bite

Stand up and be counted for what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We'll give you everything you need
Hail hail to the good times
Cos rock has got the right of way
We ain't no legends ain't no cause
We're just livin' for today
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you

We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right outta the blue
The skies alight with a guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you, yes we do
For those about to rock, we salute you
Salute

We're just a battery for hire with the guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty one gun salute
For those about to rock
Fire
We salute you
For those about to rock
We salute you
For those about to rock
Fire
We salute you
Fire
We salute you

We salute you, c'mon
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot
For those who give
For those who take
Those left high
And those on the make
We salute you
We salute you
We salute you

Fire

HAAAAAAAAAAHHH WE SALUTE YOU!!!!!!!!!!

O Brasil pro mundo

Puta que pariu

Ta pra ser lançado o filme "Turistas". Não, não é nacional, é de Hollywood

E sim, tratam o Brasil como o pior dos lugares pra se tirar ferias. Um grupo de turistas, uns caras e umas minas, vêm aproveitar as nossas praias e as nossas festas, e são raptados por um grupo de traficantes de orgãos...... puta merda

E o filme é de terror

Sim Terror é o estilo que mais gosto, mas olha a visão que o mundo tem do Brasil....

As nossas autoridades (sim, com 'a' minusculo) estão preocupadas agora com a repercussão que vai ter esse filme. Agora?!?

Um filme antigo, mostrava os habitantes no Brasil convivendo em meio a macacos, normalmente. Os Simpsons tb já nos escracharam

...

Que a Força esteja conosco...

Iron Maiden - 2 Minutes To Midnight

Muito FODAAAA a maior banda de todos os tempos

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
To Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout "Let the creatures out
We'll show the unbeliverers."
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.

Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night

Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night

UP THE IRONS