Celtic Frost - Mexican Radio | Текст песни

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• Celtic Frost
• Mexican Radio

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
and the touch of a world that is older
I turn the switch and check the number
I leave it on when in bed I slumber
I hear the rhythms of the music
I buy the product and never use it
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand, just what does he say?
I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican whoa-oh radio
I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the U.S. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende - it's a riddle
I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican whoa-oh radio
I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican whoa-oh radio
I wish I was in Tijuana
Eating barbequed iguana
I take requests on the telephone
I'm on a wavelength far from home
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
I dial it in from the south of the border
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand, just what does he say?
I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican whoa-oh radio
I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican whoa-oh radio
radio, radio, radio, radio
radio, radio, radio, radio
I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican whoa-oh radio
I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican whoa-oh radio
radio, radio, radio, radio
radio, radio, oleo, radio

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