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Albums:

Ash & Ice [LP] (The Kills) · Moonlighting: Live at the Ash Grove (Van Dyke Parks) · The Best of Wishbone Ash (Wishbone Ash) · Ash Wednesday [Bonus Tracks] (Elvis Perkins) · Shelter from the Ash (Six Organs of Admittance) · Wishbone Ash (Wishbone Ash) · Ash Wednesday (Elvis Perkins) · Blowing Free: An Introduction to Wishbone Ash (Wishbone Ash) · Ash Wednesday (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Wishbone Ash: Sound & Visions (Wishbone Ash) – and 90 other albums »


to ash

Self-contained eternity, we've sealed the dawn
By torching the sun with the dragons we have spawned
Farewell to all, it's time to leave
Eliminate, the life decline
I've paid the masters with blood and hunger 
And it's not for sale by any stretch. 
It's like religion without a Bible
Eliminate, the life decline
I've paid the masters with blood and hunger
And it's not for sale by any stretch


It's like religion without a Bible
and fall,
Cat's a sleeping in the sun.
Dragon kite in the sky,
Wheel and turns, spin and fly,
Attacked by rooks and never fail
To cry the sound of fairy
Serpent tails and flying fish
Sup up all the wishes
That you sent to the stars
Chinese dragons incandescent
Mirrors in the waves
I want to put
Dragon Goetia
Red gold on cold stone
With the dead arise

Rise winged serpent
Before the unseen
Rise the serpenteye star

Through times
The man from the north and the man from the south
One by the brain, one by the mouth
Climb through the tube into the cube
Of the perspex Japanese garden
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That
All my exes live in Texas like I’m George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That
I’m talkin murda on that pussy, I’m a goon bitch
You spend the night, you make it home by afternoon bitch
Move quick, that go a rack
Bust it ho, you
rappers say they tryna get they swagger right
Cause I done came wit mo' fire than a dragon fight
Fuck you pussy ass hater you should do you
You ain't
bend some matches, then sip some gas and went kissed a dragon

I’m really rappin’, I’m finger snappin’, I’m pistol packin’
Y’all niggas slippin’, my
ash
With my words on a page it's equivalent to cash
My tongue's a trigger finger, none can test
The flows, I compose in the lab
When I grab my pen
at your catscan
In between albums, I've become a masked man like Batman

And stalk my own rap fans
I'm like a madman fightin a war
Throwin lightning
shots
Communist cops, H&R Block's, with taxes
Bank money's all controlled by these Roman-Catholic's
Secret symbols of the Red Dragon, as the Phoenix
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random n**** that live in Atlanta
That
All my exes live in Texas like I’m George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random n**** that live in Atlanta
That
is in the pudding
I'm pressed up and labeled Evidence

But never chasing fame, dragons, chicks, or dead presidents
Dreams, but never snatch chains
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
queen
At a convention with a Grand Dragon Klans meetin
Kids hang on every word I say like a damn fiend
It's too bad it don't stand for a damn thing
queen
At a convention with a Grand Dragon Klans meetin
Kids hang on every word I say like a damn fiend
It's too bad it don't stand for a damn thing
sir
Critics went beszerk they ain't even heard my best work
See I broke into the mind by
Quietly goin by their eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls