bloodstream I'm the one drivin' this lush dream Overdose an eye on you, so, don't ever trust me [Verse 2: Madchild] Hang the hang man Jesse James gang
state That everything here must number eight, The guards, for instance, by the gate Must always number exactly eight. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Muted trumpet
lonely in the night. She whispered sleazy secrets on the couch by the TV. 3D visions of a soapflake, trumpets blared, a voice declared: "Are you feeling
M CALM. PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN: CARLY, THIS FLYER, IT?IT?IT, IS UM?I-IT?S UH? PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN BREAKS OUT LAUGHING. MISS BRIGGS: IT?S NOT FUNNY! (TURNS
it's loose and free... fa-du-da-du-da, fa-du-da-du-da (All) Look at these tiny things botherin' me. (voices in background still audible, random scat
when she came to live and train in the ballet dormitories. Monsieur Firmin: An orphan, you say? (singing) Chorus: Hannibal's Friends! The trumpeting
yuh say "I ah come bun out King's House" Nyabinghi that's de fire inna White House Sound the trumpet because
of Patmos because of the word of God and the testimony of Jesus. On the Lord's Day I was in the Spirit, and I heard behind me a loud voice like a trumpet
I'm the one drivin' this lush dream Overdose an eye on you, so, don't ever trust me [Verse 2: Madchild] Hang the hang man Jesse James gang Guns drawn
like to be with you It's like the better path, and it's a better way if we never part, and if we never stray if we know we have each other to hang