echo Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback When Little Billy bought a Tugboat Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab Facist takes for the pegleg's birds
calm 'Til things lined up right, and went so wrong [Evidence:] Yeah I toured "20/20" twice, 40 days, 40 nights 2 of each bird of my shit, I save ya
goin on what's goin on) What's goin on I'm just holdin on (What's goin on I'm just holdin on) [Rzarector] Yo If you could soar the sky like a bird Would
teeth I recall the sun in our faces Stuck and leaning on graces And being strangers to change The radio and the bones we found frozen All the thorns
teeth. I recall the sun in our faces, stuck and leaning on braces, and being strangers to change. Radio and the bones we found frozen, and all the thorns
of brass with you And gladly left the glaring streets To share a bed of grass with you You made the elder burn for me And cut the bird filled thorn
Once someone told A story about these small desert birds Throwing themselves In thorns when copulating in lust And while embraced by death They
We tend to the forgetting Forgetting what we know The sun slips from your shoulder As you enter in the wood Without thought of thorns Without thought of thorns
church but you might be incouraged This is for the folks hurt on the block with the word See ya playing in the dirt, hoping you can get the bird Steady
may wish never to be born wastin' the dawn like a rose growin' from the christ's thorn wastin' the dawn been waitin' for you so long little bird of prey
When serpents come They cover the Christ thorn Two heads And cock heads Serpents feet of emotion Lidded eyes and smudged reality Everything has two faces
Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling
crave for more Sometimes you wish that you'd never been born Tormenting came with a crown full of thorns You're chasing the dragon You're chasing the high A bird
roses you gave me Fresh deadly roses You gave me the birds in your trees Buzzing around your disease And leaves growling blood hungry leeches And your fresh deadly roses One two three four More thorns
rose of love; Said the tree to the Nightingale, "Upon this thorn you must impale your heart, And then the blood will turn this white rose red;" All night, the little bird
myself to lose Ruined love is built anew On thorns rose stand Two mourning eyes thy face Bashful dreams, my soul is fled where late sweet birds sand
The birds have flown They hear the weeping They know the grief When rain is waking up Only you really know Where the thorns do burn In hollow heart How