ditch And laying the nag's carcass in the ground While boss Bellini, waved his smoking pistol around Saying "The nag is dead meat, we can't afford to carry dead
in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so And when you come, and all the flowers are dying If I am dead, as dead I may well be Ye'll
sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be
ways of domination of human mind over the rules Just get us trying To struggle with the shadows The shadows of the mind On the old dead meadows The
Dead Underneath the neon lights of crack, smack, pain and tears City of the Dead will crush your dreams City of the Dead is here to make you City of the Dead
here in sunshine or in shadows Oh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you so But when ye come and all the flowers are dying If I am dead as dead I well may
harvest moon and the stars are bright (Dance, gypsy, dance) There's a little bit of frost on the grass tonight (Dance, gypsy, dance) Over in the meadow
As I draw up my breath And silver fills my eyes I kiss her still For she will never rise On my weak body Lays her dying hand Through those meadows of
can?t keep me down You strike the drum, wake the dead, bring the children You tell your friends that the sea divides In the trees, in the fields, in the meadows
on Carlisle wall; Her brother gave but a flask of wine, For ire that Love was lord of all. For she had lands both meadow and lea, Where the sun shines
nigga AL G in it, my nigga Shaheed in it We got the girl Kristine in it, got my man Big G in it Hey, yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow I'ma
) [Blaze] Now where it's at? (drive-by!) Motherfuckers claiming to be thugs Can't see me on shit Wit' chop and bananna clips I been dead, been back (
Casting their glance at each other as they speak With outstretched hands like I might be a victim of circumstance But I run If you reach a dead end
moonless nights For what is more Forever or never more Never or forevermore Seek not the glories of the world The fleeting beauty of things soon gone The flowers of the meadow
else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas like dead rats held by their tails so as not
else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas Like dead rats held by their tails So as not
pad Shape up a?¦ make it, Dad Bob White You gotta sing it out tonight. Johnny: Take a letter to the meadow lark
or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. But when you come, when all the flowers are dying If I am dead, as dead I well may be Then if