Lirieke:
Gallo Negro

You want to cuss and fight In the basement The kid want to cuss and fight In the basement Warm black rooster, worn, white hand The young kids got my name

Down south there's a gamblin' sport Where they throw cock-roosters in a pit Son, ain't syin' what's right or wrong. I'm just sayin' how it is One day

Fly low ye carion crow seize my body for the dead I owe drop me high into the depths below for the things I've seen no one else should know it's just

Ouh ouh ouh Black poule Vous etes pas cool avec les Black poules Vous dites qu'elle allume, qu'elle roule Black poule Mais dans son c?ur y' a de la houle

He's reigning down in the shadow lands again. Born as the bastard son, lost in his own pretension. Dastardly concerned, yet chipped away in time, You'

Vertaling: Killer. Swart Haan.

You want to cuss and fight In the basement The kid want to cuss and fight In the basement Warm black rooster worn white hand The young kids got my name

Ouh ouh ouh Black poule Vous etes pas cool avec les Black poules Vous dites qu'elle allume, qu'elle roule Black poule Mais dans son c?ur y' a de la houle

: He's reigning down in the shadow lands again. Born as the bastard son, lost in his own pretension. Dastardly concerned, yet chipped away in time, You