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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Ashes To Ashes (Apoptygma Berzerk) · Ashes to Ashes (Chelsea Grin) · Ashes Ashes... (Leiahdorus) · Ashes to Ashes, Series 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ashes to Ashes (Candlemass) · Ashes to Ashes, Series 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ashes to Ashes (Ronnie Stoots) · Ashes to Ashes (Chelsea Grin) · Ashes to Ashes, Series 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


to pay for Shane's new grave
And it looked so fine till the vandals sprayed it over
Time went by and the weeds grew high
And hid Shane's grave from
[Kane] Brother man, brother man 
[Shane] Uhh, a brother man, brother.. man, yeah! 
[Kane] Brother man, brother.. man, go 'head 
[Shane] Brother
Shane]
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust (uh-huh)
I can make a nun feel the need for lust (true)
I can make a new car start to rust (uh-huh)
and outrun
Bob Shane/Jack Splittard

Adelita, 'tis time we remembered that only one hour more and I must go
To the hills of Sierra Del Prado for the glory
no feeling like stage diving
Jumping over barricades, mad human hurricane
Beats by viking, go ? lightning
Life's so frightening, there's no
Joy
Destitution's child, born on a L.A. street called Shane
And sleep came and left this little Waycross Georgia country boy
Maybel Joy was gone,
Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you one by one, one for the little
gon' have a little exorcism
I'm a fuckin' super beast with gamma x-ray vision
It's good versus evil
Bax War Fam is understood by the people
Ain't
The Little Daddy Shane
[Little Daddy Shane]
The mic is all mine
MC's crawl by when they see this tall guy
Six foot three huh, nobody's small fry
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.

Long
the motherfucker"
And family members askin for my papers
But biz set them straight, by makin' "the vapors"
Girls cryin' pregnant, to get some of my green
I'm
caught him down 
 at the train po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead 
 Two bullets in his Tango, like how that movie Shane go 
 Frank Costello,
to think, who's that standin' over there
Takin pictures for Rolling Stone magazine with a leash on a polar bear
Sky blue suit from Milan, girls posin their
the tar-pit
It's strange, like chemical drips down Aspirin lane
Tobacco and Shane, me and Mary-Jane
We all got a clutch that can shift us to want
It's
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
do, peace to every hood that I been through 
I even got love for my homies in South Central 
But to the East my brother, cause that's where I stay
lightly begins to rain screams of terror 
Are hidden by the passing trains 
This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried 
As he drops to his nephew's
[Chorus]
If you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there posted on that 59
I got a burna in my lap at all times
And a bag a sticky
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
it hard for me breathing
got no shirt, freezing, liquor bottles everywhere
half filled with matches, floor filled with ashes
spilled glasses, of vodka,
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
[Rah Digga]
Uhh, uh-huh uh-huh
Uhh, yeah, uh-huh uh-huh
Flipmode why'all, all my bitches
Uh-huh uh-huh, check

For all my real live sisters,
whole
You shoulder our weakness
And Your strength becomes our own
You’re making me like you
Clothing me in white
Bringing beauty from ashes
For You
People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from

Kansas City! Kansas City!
Kansas City, Kansas