Author: El Mariachi Muerte

Love is a burning thing, It makes a fiery ring. Bound by wild desire, I fell into a ring of fire. They say love is a many splendored thing. A bond that holds two people together, which comes in many forms. Lovers, family, friendship. But

Hey everybody, did the news get around About a guy named Butcher Pete Pete just flew into this town And he's choppin' up all the women's meat   He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin' He just hacks, wacks, choppin' that meat Man kills for many reasons. Out

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one But I know that you've got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow. He had always considered himself a

To a melody played on the strings of our souls And a rhythm that rattled us down to the bone

Take me through the night Fall into the dark side We don't need the light We'll live on the dark side Let go of the light Fall into the Darkside The darkness of night falls upon us all. It is but a blanket that plays no favourites.

People steal, they cheat and lie, For wealth and what it will buy. Don't they know on their final day, All their gold and silver will melt away. The thief was focused only on acquiring gold for his own pot. He would lie, cheat and

‘He walks into the room He’s got a briefcase like a bomb. A smile on both faces, And he calls it aplomb   He wants a bite of your apple, Hands you back the peel. He’s fresh out of law school He’s got a license to steal' All she

I look at the world, and I notice it's turning, While my guitar gently weeps. With every mistake, we must surely be learning, Still, my guitar gently weeps. A young boy was given a guitar. Along with his instrument he was given a warning. 'Time works

There is someone Walking behind you Turn around, look at me All he wanted was one photograph. The perfect snapshot of her. All he required was information. To watch her and investigate. It is what they wanted of him, and he would always give the

A calm before the storm. A whistling in the trees. Paranoia is blowing in the breeze. All I’ve ever found is burning to the ground, and all I’ll ever do is burn a hole in you. A spark becomes a flame, The wheels begin to rust. Ashen