treatment of the peasants by his fathers hand He had a vision destruction his creative urge He lit a fire and it still burns Mikhail wanted nothing more
scotts, it's hot today He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest He fell to the floor with his hands in the air His vision gettin' blurry but
' ride) If you put your mouth on me (Put it on me) I'm a put my mouth on you Together there ain't nothing we can't do (There's nothing) Any problem we
all hung By the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas Soon would be there The children were nestled All safe in their beds While visions of sugarplums
. So I threw you the obvious Do you see what occurs behind the Eyes of a fallen angel Eyes of a tragedy Well, oh well.. Apparently nothing. Apparently nothing
by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums
by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums
what four stamps are for With you in time swamping partners Nothing to jive, just give me five Let's drown in holy water Lucky numbers, lottery Super vision
quite small You don't know where you've been You was only swearing yesterday Oh you want to win the world away But now you got nothing to say Boy you
Times were changin' eighteen years and fadin' Ain't a lot of time left to be a star On an island all alone and dyin' Walk upon the water but you won't
Times were changing Eighteen years and fading Ain't a lot of time left to be a star On an island All alone and dying Walk upon the water But you won
again No tears of rage, no cries of pain Nothing ventured, nothing gained In smalltown England Because the world outside the pint in hand Is all so hard to understand And if visions
stockings all hung By the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas Soon would be there The children were nestled All safe in their beds While visions
can Keep track of visions in my eyes I wear my sunglasses at night So I can, so I can Keep track of visions in my eyes Yo pretty feisty ain't she, eighteen
hot today He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest He fell to the floor with his hands in the air His vision gettin blurry but you know I didn
Will leave your shit in utter amazement I'm hot brolic call it contagious, the shit, The Roots started Got these other artists going through changes My vision
were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled, all snug in their beds While visions of