There is a window out of pain But the grief will come again Swallow all the light And steal the sleep tonight I'll never see the day to take it all away
fires gear burnin' one, totin' hardwear Or we hit Lennox, check precise set of Lexus Check the message on the pagerit's two bucks the next chicks I had to do
From the 41st side of Queens We get the cream laid up Love, love for dame 'Cause I mean what I mean I'm out to claim King Doin' my thing Do wild stakes
Lord have mercy Lord have mercy on me Lord have mercy Lord have mercy on me Well if I've done somebody wrong Lord, have mercy if You please I used to
we are born then we start to experience... with experience we begin to age we grow old we look back into our days growing up then we die i wonder what
The shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops I never flip flop, hear my glock cock thug till I drop And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time Sittin' on
[Johansson / Nordlund / Lindstedt] With a gun inside your mouth life's rushing by In the shade of sin; to live you have to die Convicting yourself to
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa, shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle
This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing
And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near
It's the basest degredation in the name of what is right Become something you never were and regret it til you die Cos your father will tell you "Sonny, you must do
[K. Vanderhoof / R. Munroe] And when the strings are pulled again, the puppets dance like mortal men Who carved in stone our future and our past Shall
Tricky Cradle to grave x6 Grace Jones I am woman I am sun I can give birth to she I can give birth to son And I can be cool Soft as a breeze I'll be
one, totin' hardwear Or we hit Lennox, check precise set of Lexus Check the message on the pager; "it's two bucks the next chicks" I had to do this, for
Sometimes I don't understand Why I was born at all When all that I do leaves me empty Aching and longing for more Sometimes I feel I could stand Man,
