Tierra de Muertos, polvo y hueso cruel,
Manny Calavera, su agente fiel.
Guadaña afilada, traje impecable,
Buscando almas perdidas, destino implacable.

Departamento de Viajes, número 27,
Vendiendo pasajes, al Edén siguiente.
Pero la estafa acecha, la deuda mortal,
Un viaje robado, un plan infernal.

¡MANNY! ¡CALAVERA!
¡AGENTE GRIM!
¡POR EL NOVENO INFRAMUNDO,
SU CAMINO SIN FIN!

Mercedes Star, su fiel compañera,
A través del desierto, su alma guerrera.
Glottis a su lado, leal demonio chofer,
En busca de respuestas, de un turbio menester.

Domino Hurley, la sombra corrupta,
Robando las almas, con ley injusta.
Olivia Ofelia, el amor fugaz,
Una luz en la noche, un sueño fugaz.

¡MANNY! ¡CALAVERA!
¡AGENTE GRIM!
¡POR EL NOVENO INFRAMUNDO,
SU CAMINO SIN FIN!

"Huesos que claman, por la verdad final,
Manny no se rinde, su espíritu es letal.
Por el alma robada, luchará sin cesar,
En la tierra de muertos, la justicia ha de llegar."

¡MANNY! ¡CALAVERA!
¡AGENTE GRIM!
¡POR EL NOVENO INFRAMUNDO,
SU CAMINO SIN FIN!

¡MANNY! ¡CALAVERA!
En la tierra de muertos,
¡MANNY! ¡CALAVERA! ¡CALAVERA!
la justicia ha de llegar

Agente Grim

Ash on my boots, but my pants are gone
Creepin' through wreckage with my lotion on
All my friends are mutants, glistening green
But I got a bunker and a filthy machine

Click my Geiger, hear it whine
That ain’t danger—baby, that’s mine

Bustin’ makes you feel good
Even when the air ain't breathable
Bustin’ makes you feel good
In the ruins, it’s still achievable
Bustin’ makes you feel good
Radiation turns me seasonal
Bustin’ makes you feel good
I’m the last man strokin’ reasonable

Glow in the dark, with my jockstrap on
Peepin' through windows of a half-dead salon
Hot dog stand's melted, but my groove ain't
Pull the lever—release the restraint

Double-decker’s burnin' bright
But I still got some love tonight

Bustin’ makes you feel good
Even when the skyline’s vaporized
Bustin’ makes you feel good
While the fungus colonized
Bustin’ makes you feel good
Neon fluid’s in my eyes
Bustin’ makes you feel good
Self-love never truly dies

Got a doll made of tires and moss
She don’t judge and she don’t talk
Fleshlight made from a Pringles can
Call it "Hope," I’m a simple man

Sirens wail and missiles thud
But I’m in love with this irradiated mud

Bustin’ makes you feel good
Wasteland’s finest guilty treat
Bustin’ makes you feel good
Better than that mutant meat
Bustin’ makes you feel good
On this broken city street
Bustin’ makes you feel good
Even doom can’t beat this beat

Came for water, stayed for fun
Found some lube and a loaded gun
Fifty shades of fallout sun
Jackin’ it ‘til the war is won

I lost my mind, my pants, my name
But every stroke still feels the same

Bustin’ makes you feel good
Even when your fingers glow
Bustin’ makes you feel good
Let that toxic passion flow
Bustin’ makes you feel good
When there's nowhere else to go
Bustin’ makes you feel good
Now watch that mushroom grow

Brotherhood Of Man

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