Get attacked! get attacked!) Rude people stare (Get attacked! get attacked!) Hawks never fall (Get attacked! get attacked!) I hate them all El dorado
Heh heh heh . . . GrrrRRRNNHH . . . Suzy: The first thing that attracted me to Mothers music was the fact that they played for twenty minutes and everybody
deprimido Para el Lunes lo deje El altar no me seduce Pero se que alguna vez Necesitare a mi lado una mujer Con tu pelo tan dorado Te imagino
They came riding down the slopes Five fearless men prepared to fight We heard with fear the rumbling earth In the mid-day light Surprised we saw all
Rumbling thunder cracks the sky And rain starts pouring down Lightning strikes a cold bright light Upon the blood drenched ground The sword play is hard
As his life's blood's leaving I hold my son, my only son And tears fill my burning eyes While his skin turns pale as snow Butchered he lies here bleeding
Salt water licks my face And wind fills the sail We head for wars On distant shores My friends are all with me And so they'll always be We'll never bend
Alone he stands in the doorway. his family's still asleep. gazing at the starlit horizon. and the moonsparking sea. when dawn comes he must leave them
A storm rolls in from the sea Covering the land with black thunder clouds Rain whips the ground at their feet As they come ashore in this foreign land
I see, without fear my destiny As the raging skies begins to fade Pouring rain licks my wounds As my blood flows from my torn flesh! As I die I hold
Ten heavy feet walks the bloodsoiled ground With rhythm these five warriors march No matter how much the bleeding wounds From enemy sword cuts, hurts
These could be our golden days Just like the summer we never had Just like the summers we wished we had Just the like the summer we're gonna have We
[Music: Schulman] [Lyrics: Schulman] Bloodthirst reflects my freezing hunger Shadows are born in a twilight fire Tyrants lusting at the castle The final
I believe they will El Dorado, El Dorado, El Dorado El Dorado, El Dorado, El Dorado El Dorado, El Dorado, El Dorado El Dorado, El Dorado, El Dorado
(Traditional) The Golden Day is dying beyond the purple hill The Golden Day is dying beyond the purple hill And when the wood is dark yes the nightingale
You are the hole in my head I am the pain in your neck You are the lump in my throat I am the aching in your heart We are tangled We are stolen We are
Lyrics from Jill Scott?s rap in Golden Days, by Kem What exactly, my dear, are you clinging to? Some propaganda stating you?re going as far as you?re